by Wendy Alexander | Jul 21, 2025 | Short Form
I wake, with a gasp of breath. Too real. This feeling that the Wild has vested in my soul yearns to imprint itself into my entire being like a fine-line tattoo. But the ghostly presence is gone, lost to dreams and desires unfulfilled. And the day, too bright against... by Wendy Alexander | Jul 21, 2025 | Short Form
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I ask you, teasingly as the server sets down the third Patrón Reposado margarita in front of me. I giggle like a schoolgirl, totally unaware, while you eye me like a wolf about to devour its prey. But you make no move. Not yet. You... by Wendy Alexander | Jul 21, 2025 | Short Form
I am but Moon, lowly lofted in the sky, ever drifting from horizon to horizon I lie in wait for Wild’s return Wrapped in a blanket of stars But it’s not the same as Wild’s untamed heat The feel of his breath on my surface Or his hands wrapping truth against my cool... by Wendy Alexander | Jul 22, 2025 | Essays, Nonfiction
So, I’m seeing Sleep Token live for the first time this October. Before I begin, I need to preface this by saying that I have, over the course of my adult life, been to far more live shows alone than I have with friends or other people. Hundreds of them really. For... by Wendy Alexander | Dec 12, 2025 | Essays, Nonfiction
[CW: Self-harm] A few months ago, I posted a piece about my thoughts around seeing Sleep Token live, by myself. Now with the US tour concluded, I felt a followup would be in order. Were my anxieties unfounded? The short answer is no. They were not. Sleep Token...