Why
I write because someone once said, “Only two jobs can speak for the dead: detectives and writers.”
Remembering
When we cannot speak to God, cannot even say the barest “I love you,” we are carried.
Back to the Basics
Thirteen years later, I realize I made a bad trade. Mom, you were right. No one is surprised.
Eyes
There’s more than meets the eye
Invisible to the naked eye
I can do that with my eyes closed
Unwarranted Parental Advice to Myself
You know what? Come to think of it, It’s OK if you don’t enjoy every moment. People are always saying that: “Enjoy EVERY moment!”
Numb
You didn’t have to know Bennington’s pain first hand to understand a Linkin Park song.
Flirtations with Hockey Fandom
It’s a tricky balance, the nostalgia and passion of the past against these grim truths that have always existed.
Nounless Poetry: An Experiment
Borges describes a fictional language that completely lacks nouns, and I tried to work out what this might mean in practice.
Slices of Asphalt
“How many parking spaces do you think our apartment would take up?”
De-Centering Prayer
I’ve peed behind dumpsters, on beaches, in alleys, gardens, parking lots, yards—and yet I was here, in this bathroom, I-can-pee-anywhere-ing in a space created for people who can’t.
