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Niko Stratis

I took every secret that I'd ever known and headed for the wall

I took every secret that I'd ever known and headed for the wall

I am returned from a journey home, and if you have ever moved away from home and then gone back to visit you know exactly what I’m saying when I tell you my chest is still recovering from the journey. It was a good trip, kind of the perfect

Let a low, long signal

Let a low, long signal

I’ve got a lot of memory loss, which is a funny thing for someone who writes a lot in memoir and self-centred stories to admit. I am my own little unreliable narrator, coaxed on by shards of memory and questions texted to old friends and an older sister. A

Held like a penny I found

Held like a penny I found

I foolishly want milestones to mean something, less out of desperation and more from a desire for days and landmarks to mean more than they are capable of. Values I placed on monuments that live only as washed out images in the rearview, all half-remembered and fading out of view.

Everything dies, that's a fact

Everything dies, that's a fact

I’ve been thinking a lot about dads lately, which I’m sure is a by-product of moving through the rough draft and obsessive meandering of book writing (The Dad Rock That Made me a Woman, available….). Someone was asking me this weekend how I write, how I made it

Late to forever

Late to forever

I'm going to admit something to you, a personal failing or at the very least an admission to having arrived late: I'm listening to Wednesday, and I'm doing it for the first time. Rat Saw God, the North Carolina bands fifth record, is last

A love letter to the rain

A love letter to the rain

I need another week before I can write anything here. I tell myself this every morning. Just one more week. Just one more. Very recently, I lived up to the looming threat of my responsibilities and filed the first rough draft of my debut book, The Dad Rock That Made

Memories and Artifice

Memories and Artifice

This is all artifice, it is beautiful for it, and we are lucky to be here together to watch a world of someone else's creation live and fade around us.