What’s Your Favorite Season?
Nearing the top of the lift, I open my eyes to the blue-tinted night and feel the most alive I’ve felt in a long time.
Mother Earth Wrapped
Artist of the Year—The Department of Energy
Memoir Vulnerable
If I told other people this, that’s not me being vulnerable. That’s me unlearning what “inside thoughts” are.
Timestamp
On my thirtieth birthday, I did in fact feel older but in a way that felt earned.
My Complicated History with Mice Continues
“It felt like the mouse was saying, ‘Hey man, check out this spread!’”
This Grinch Brakes for Christmas Lights
I know, I know, they’re landfill plastic and a waste of energy. But their golden glow frames my windows, making the pitch darkness at 6 p.m. less disturbing and almost cozy.
Five Incredible Games I Played This Year
Currently, I’m in the middle of troubleshooting a production line of machines that work together to make uranium hexafluoride.
A Love Letter to Arkansas
I don’t know if I should scold you for taking up camera memory space.
Gradvent
Perhaps then your recommendation letter will arrive via carrier pigeon.
What would you write if no one you loved was going to read it?
When I was inevitably rejected from the six MFA programs I applied to, my understanding of myself as a writer crumbled into a number of pieces that were far too small to pick up for a while.
