History

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

In collected the stories, an intoxicating cast is scattered throughout bulldozed cities in a bloodstained country. A beggar collects cigarettes under the moon. A family rivalry spills from the mouth of a dark neighborhood. A freed felon is out for a stroll, two blocks over, picking 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 – ordinary sublime people – in a strange world. They love and break bread across siege engined skylines. Sitting opposite of heaven. There’s a guiding north star question that Roame walks with throughout her work 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Glimpses of original and unpublished material are scattered throughout the site.