Hi. I'm Karly (they/she/any)

I make art from the constellation of stories and identities that live in my bones.

I'm a queer, neurodivergent (autistic and adhd), chronically ill, mystic and creative shaped by complex trauma and a body that is teaching me everything I know about surrender. I live with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, dysautonomia, endometriosis, a GI system with its own agenda, and a heart that keeps beating thanks to a pacemaker I didn't plan for. I live in the American South, where being queer and disabled feels like a complicated love story. I hold this land in deep reverence and learn from her wisdom.

I'm a psychic intuitive, licensed clinical social worker, activist and liberation worker, a former adjunct professor, healer and someone who has spent years helping people find language for what lives inside them. I refuse to pretend the mental health system I work inside of isn't broken. What I make outside of that work is harder to name and truer to the rest of who I am.

I'm a contradiction, but at least that part is consistent.

I consider myself to “work for” the Great Mother and feel most at peace co-creating with nature spirits. Trees are some of my dearest companions. I believe spirituality and justice work are not two different things.

I host Contemplations and Hyperfixations , a collection of essays read over soundscapes, the daily existential loops that need somewhere to land outside my brain. Chronic illness, mysticism, queerness, disability justice, mortality, the obsessions and questions that keep me up at night. This isn't a show about moving through something and arriving at a conclusion. It's the experience of being in it, as honestly as I can be. I'm not here to teach you anything. I'm here to tell the truth out loud.

I'm also working on Burning (Out) and Becoming, a poetry collection that came out of autistic burnout and collapse. Some of it lives here.

My work is grounded in disability justice, queer and trans liberation, anti-colonial and anti-capitalist politics, and solidarity with Palestine and all people resisting occupation and empire. My politics are not separate from my spirituality, my queerness, my trauma, or my art.

I live with my wife, our dog Josie, and our cats Princess Pow Pow and Nimbus (Nimmy for short), who between them account for most of my daily joy and chaos. My camera roll is 80% water and trees. Music has always been a lifeline and I’m a proud, honky tonk loving queer. I make meaning out of everything and am more comfortable in depth than almost anything else. I collect stickers and tarot decks. I have an unironic love for bad reality TV and comfort sitcoms. You can usually find me in the woods, lost in contemplation.

I'm learning to rest, to love my weirdo self, and to live in a body I don't quite understand just yet.