On Sunsets
I thought of the book in my car and wondered if I should go back for it.
The Morning Glare
Do you feel it? It’s blinding.
The Hungry Beast
In the over ten years since I started playing, Magic has changed a lot, mostly for the better.
Freight Train Tendencies
Like the little playground dictator I was, I responded, “Yes, you do. Here is your role.”
Adventures in Amateur Birdwatching
Downy Woodpecker & Hairy Woodpecker: I can’t tell these guys apart and I don’t believe that you can either.
I Keep Telling On Myself In Fiction
I got to a certain point in all of them and had to go, “This is about religious trauma, isn’t it?”
When Nazis Come Knocking
When every second feels like an eternity while simultaneously flashing by as fleeting as lightning, there’s no time to check the book.
Things Left Undone
You have come so far. But have you done well enough?
Peach Season
Summer feels syrupy thick and cloying, on the edge of overripe.
Shared Blips
I collect these moments, these small intimacies with strangers, shoring up an evidence base of my own existence and its overlap with others’.
