Swim Palmer

Swim Palmer

writer turned interdimensional detective
Sep
15
folk punk

folk punk

Heir Max 98: Hi Swim. Let me start by saying that I agree with you. Swim Palmer: Hi Swim Palmer: Agree with what? Heir Max 98: That the mixtape is the highest form of art.
5 min read
Sep
07
ttys

ttys

I left BK the day before Ida. I'm heading west with an old acquaintance who is vaccinated but far from well…
6 min read
Aug
19
words

words

“It’s like discovering a little snag of the secret thread that runs beneath the surface of things,” I told them. “Something ancient and beautiful that somehow also feels super familiar.”
6 min read
Jul
26
2008

2008

I could see the branch of the Callery Pear tree that stretched across the fire escape, a presence that meant nothing to me during the day, but late at night its newly bloomed glowing white flowers seemed to turn into demonic faces stretched in laughter. cw: suicide ideation
8 min read
Jul
19
sync don't swim

sync don't swim

There’s not enough to drink that will make me forget what’s happening, it’s only when I’m with Odious that I feel calm, because I’m so focused on the unique feel of everything that happens in their presence that I forget to obsess about my own thoughts for a while.
7 min read
Jul
11
DOOM

DOOM

At the end of 2020 Odious and I were in a holding pattern. Unusual, and possibly extraordinary things had happened, but there was no way to know what, if anything, any of it meant...
8 min read
Jul
06
Nosferatu in Venice

Nosferatu in Venice

I saved the file and went for a walk, as this often helps stave off the anxious feels whenever they start bubbling up. This time, however, going out only made it worse, edging me towards straight up panic attack territory for the first time in a while.
6 min read
Jun
27
Blue Veins

Blue Veins

“Maybe if I hadn’t been high all the time, I would have realized sooner what was going on and stopped him from hurting Mica and those other women,” they said, to which I could only nod and look away.
5 min read
Jun
21
Rip Van Winkle

Rip Van Winkle

It was an ambivalent energy that was fucking with me—a darkness that didn’t fit into language. It’s that which was there before and that which will be there after we're finished with words.
8 min read
Jun
13
the jar

the jar

Was the jar’s contents the work of a demon--the same demon of the night who infected our sleep with terror filled visions?
7 min read