History

Roame writes about the existential crisis of bare life in an unraveling world.

In collected short stories, an intoxicating cast comes to life, scattered throughout bulldozed cities. A beggar staggers around, collecting cigarettes under a silver moon. A family rivalry spills from the mouth of a dark neighborhood. Two blocks over, a newly freed felon picks roses for his blue collar.

A back alleyway turns into a confessional for a tired revolutionary, full of blues, rum and other spirits. All of them are everyday sublime people – in a strange world. They love and break bread across siege engined skylines. Sitting opposite of heaven. In Roame’s writing, there’s this north star question that she walks with and that hangs over the heads of prisoners, monks, poets and dealers alike -to whom does the soul belong?

Few years ago, Roame was standing on the shores of the Baltic. Fresh out of her home country. Watching the earth haul a cloud across a puddle. From there, she began penning the words to her forthcoming debut novel, The Fruit of Bastards (Spring, 2027).

Today, she’s somewhere in Montreal, Philly, Mexico City, Portugal, Estonia…

Listening to metal and the howl of the wind.

Glimpses of original and unpublished material are scattered throughout the site.