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To Clean Out a Room

by | Aug 11, 2018

I don’t like change, and I am an anxious person. Nice to meet you.

Returning (A Love Letter)

by | May 7, 2017

First, this is a poem to say thank you
for taking me back to Budapest.

Help Is a Four-Letter Word

by | Feb 28, 2017

I scour the wall for any ledges, any possible edge to rest a hand or foot. Nothing. The drop to the next balcony I would guess is eight feet. Not impossible.

Wunderkammer!

by | Feb 23, 2017

Nowhere else in this big wide world of ours can you find a life-size Michael Jackson and Princess Diana made entirely out of marzipan.

The Biggest Sucker in Budapest

by | Feb 8, 2017

Don’t look back, keep walking, project confidence, don’t run, keep calm, almost there, almost there, almost there – RUN! Lose yourself in the crowd!

My Adventure in Your Home

by | Oct 30, 2016

However, when I found my predecessor’s clipboard, book of short stories, and spatula scattered around my room, I was tempted to see my move as a predictable step on an already well-worn path.

Dear Women, Just Say No.

Dear Women, Just Say No.

by | Aug 7, 2016

So just say you can’t make it. Honestly, it took me a long time to learn this. I used to feel needlessly guilty for all sorts of things until my friend Bekah taught me how to say no to things.

Writing Space

Writing Space

by | May 22, 2016

Perhaps the trick isn’t finding the perfect place, the perfect pen, the perfect aesthetic, the correct combination of elbow patches, pipe smoke, and whiskey. Perhaps the trick is simply to not have a trick.

Orphan Day

Orphan Day

by | Jan 28, 2016

Caroline and I lock eyes over Bea’s back: “Jackpot!”

To Catch A Train

To Catch A Train

by | Dec 22, 2015

I took a train every morning in Budapest to a little café called Budapest Bagel: a bar and a bagel shop where I somehow received college credit to write short stories and read novels following a longstanding expatriate tradition.