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˚₊✧‧₊ first ever wyrm or lovely insect to receive special dispensation from the ould poachers of the wyrld egg to bleed Profusely in public.. full of love, empty of bladder ♡ ✩‧₊˚

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HEAVY AS ALL BREATH: Four thousand words of hightech/lowlife slow-burn slurrypunk parenthood guro, free on itch.

Mass, capital, damage. A wombful of slime, a pocketful of opaline teeth.

The wholeness of little things.

palimrya.itch.io/heavy
HEAVY AS ALL BREATH by Palimrya
slurrypunk parenthood guro
palimrya.itch.io
flaming topiary; agape apologia; snuffbait chuuni hagiography; allopregnanolated poemprose; manna for animals who have considered political autoimmolation; blood; cries for cries for help
An interview asks me to describe myself as a writer, and I realize I have no idea how I'd answer. At some point it became hard not to lead w something like "a trans literary novelist." Trans is important, sure, but what is the truer thing? How would you describe your writing, trans writer followers?
February 13, 2026 at 11:21 PM
my entire artistic career consists of trying to do with words what they did with the coyote scene in Collateral
February 11, 2026 at 10:22 AM
seeing all the sport creatures try to gaykiss as touchdown treat but their muzzles keep colliding ;_;
February 9, 2026 at 3:36 AM
whenever i try to write something that's just pure wretched vibes — no themes or subtext, just atmospheric misery & violent catharsis — it turns into an elaborately earnest paean to love. romantic, familial, platonic, agape, whatever's at hand. every time. i can't stop! it's all i'm made of!!!
February 3, 2026 at 7:18 AM
it’s so cold that for the past few nights i’ve been double-blanketing and tucking in the cats and dog where i find them on the couches as they look up at me so pitifully like this

彡(̥ ̥এ́ ̼ এ̥̀)̥̥彡(̥ ̥এ́ ̼ এ̥̀)̥̥彡(̥ ̥এ́ ̼ এ̥̀)̥̥彡
January 31, 2026 at 9:39 PM
guy who thinks “in high dudgeon” is like “in heat” but even more horny
January 25, 2026 at 9:39 AM
was watching a dating show with my friend last night and we fucking died when they put this guy’s profession on the screen
January 17, 2026 at 11:35 AM
zolpidem-loopy (zolpy) 4AM foggy riverwalk & sleepover-candor phone call with a friend who’s nightdriving to maryland for the hypnokink con (only hearing 1 of 3 syllables over growling asphalt) goes hard. i recommend this specific arrangement of time and matter to you all
January 15, 2026 at 11:48 AM
Ever been gay or something? Ever gotten dislodged from the objective sightline, newly adrift in the frigidity of the possibility for actual love? I repeat myself.

No Love Can Keep You Kept: 600 words of ecstatic weird horror, live on ergot. Start the year right.
"After God blinked, Uncle Pat slapped me on the ear and said, “Honey, they gonna bleed some or what?” like he didn’t notice the clock on the screen."

Today on ergot.: 'No Love Can Keep You Kept' by Palimrya Cannonglass @ptero.org

www.ergot.press/authors/Pali...
ergot.
innovative + experimental horror
www.ergot.press
January 9, 2026 at 9:31 PM
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Tomorrow on ergot. watching a new match with Palimrya Cannonglass @ptero.org
January 9, 2026 at 12:02 AM
theė strappers & gailies art wont now to want a some drippety appel DEATH frǔme cluckerly crones now th thyv med peece with thier belovyboy whose soooo tall up theer. say to me: ooh he dudnt grind us,, oh ye so bouldporr y coinyporr asides….but i just: EAT YE DIRT!! pls dont now sculd clivir moël..
bould art thuse villj pedunklings whost so trivel up the ben stalk to theer fets. i musel preferr my bůnes ungrinded so i sheyl stay plantep here, clivir moel, like a roop in dil orth… horrb man up theer. just horrb..
triveling thryu thee musty thicket , pentanose suc to soil. OH,? love to be doun today, deëpy beneathy.. insteyd ìv oul theels wrechd arrends of a sunny sort. brrutish age proclaimidh be thyre never moeltyme fur moel…………… ouhg
December 30, 2025 at 11:16 AM
i was feeling terrible tonight until my friends hugged me and said they were going to vibrate until reaching exactly 47 °C like asian honey bees collectively cooking an asian giant hornet alive and i felt so loved & understood
December 28, 2025 at 3:42 AM
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day 43 of posting my work every day

essy.neocities.org/eisegesis
December 25, 2025 at 6:08 PM
i love going on this web site & liking all your lil posts. it’s like i’m watering the precious lil grid of grass in harvest moon, square by square..
December 27, 2025 at 9:43 AM
if i were a petsitter i’d text the humans various updates like “unfortunately your cat has died and lets be honest was not exactly a looker..” and “does your dog usually have 3 legs and a sort of slime trail but it’s red? had my vr goggles on earlier so i didn’t see what it looked like originally”
December 25, 2025 at 10:11 PM
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reposting this because this might be my favorite thing palimrya's written; it's the kind of story that just sticks in my head like sap and won't ever go away. beautiful and dense and makes me feel all kinds of terrible and wonderful things. not reading it is just fucking stupid
HEAVY AS ALL BREATH: Four thousand words of hightech/lowlife slow-burn slurrypunk parenthood guro, free on itch.

Mass, capital, damage. A wombful of slime, a pocketful of opaline teeth.

The wholeness of little things.

palimrya.itch.io/heavy
HEAVY AS ALL BREATH by Palimrya
slurrypunk parenthood guro
palimrya.itch.io
December 21, 2025 at 11:11 PM
i’m on the apps again & somehow i’d forgotten that everyone in boston is a gendercurious burlesqueflexible adventure capitalist plant daddy couple seeking parallel play and climbing buddies
December 20, 2025 at 11:40 PM
successfully appealed the “explicit sexual content” warning bluesky added to my merely suggestive thirst trap by complaining that they were oppressing my normal male nipples. really didn’t expect that line to work
December 18, 2025 at 3:24 AM
very funny, & i love the cascade of POVs. “I’m not stopping til we’re all dead, sweetheart”, v relatable & patriotic stuff. if u liked A Canyon of Blood & have 5 minutes to spare u should read this
I have a flash fiction piece titled CRUSHED EAGLE BEAK up at Bull today. Those interested in some trans-penned gallows humor about living in America, proceed.
"Neighbor’s dog was sniffing in my yard today & after a quick transvestigation, it was obvious she used to be a man, so I re-tie the rope to my robe, mutter a quick prayer. I mean, shit man, I have kids." @never.horse mrbullbull.com/newbull/flas...
December 17, 2025 at 10:08 AM
i’ve taken my facial mods as an opportunity to be like racer X (no publicly scrapeable likeness), which sucks bc i’m cuter than ever & i wanna post visage!! bwau!! i just remembered i can still post thirst traps tho hehe
December 16, 2025 at 12:06 AM
if you’d told me a decade ago that someday i’d be writing literary guro and within an hour of posting it have several people message me to say they loved it or it made them “want to punch a hole in a wall” i’d have been like “oh maybe i should NOT die actually???” i’m so lucky. i love my friends
December 13, 2025 at 7:51 AM
HEAVY AS ALL BREATH: Four thousand words of hightech/lowlife slow-burn slurrypunk parenthood guro, free on itch.

Mass, capital, damage. A wombful of slime, a pocketful of opaline teeth.

The wholeness of little things.

palimrya.itch.io/heavy
HEAVY AS ALL BREATH by Palimrya
slurrypunk parenthood guro
palimrya.itch.io
December 13, 2025 at 12:57 AM
i wish more litmags encouraged experimental digital formatting. casually hypertextual poems, color or font as dialogue tags, inline definitions-on-hover for scifi coinages, idk. there are a million weird lil things you can do with the internet. i wish u could try more of them & still get published
December 8, 2025 at 11:01 AM
girls teaching me about baseball: bunky medunkus is the only pitcher to ever eat a whole bilbo plate on the mound before the dugout mutts could bite his belly. despite this feat, the mariners traded him for an old whalebone

me: (இ௦இ)꒳ᵒ꒳ᵎᵎᵎ
December 5, 2025 at 1:04 AM
MAMDANI: sorry if i seem a little off. got a lot on my mind today
TRUMP: yeah
MAMDANI: just, can’t stop thinking about how much better the flintstones movie would have been if those losers hadn’t cast rosie o’donnell in it
TRUMP: um, ok. uhhh *starts slinking out of his fur like a sexy cartoon cat*
November 22, 2025 at 10:15 PM