Are Friends Still Friends If You Never See Them?

No calls, no hangs, but you still like them, in…

The Sale and Symbolism of Sue Anderson

Here is an old short that I wrote about Sue Anderson somewhere in the early 2000s. It’s…

How to launch a book with little to no fanfare.

The Floor is Never Clean

and no one is really to blame

That Funeral That One Time

Yesterday I attended a funeral. It wasn’t someone I was close to or had even ever met, which may have given me a…

This Beating Heart

A poem.

This is for your eyes, the way they stare at all of me and nothing at the same time. ⁣…

Tortured Artists and Their Tortured Friends

discovering you’re not alone in your journey to be a…

Pickles, Peanut Butter, Writing and Other Things I Don’t Love.

That space between happiness and utter devastation.

Carried Away

A Poem

I didn’t really want you to keep it.
I saw you today. So overwhelming I had to sit.
How did I let…