It’s winter, and I’m sixteen years old. That puts us at 2006. It’s Saturday, 2 AM, and I’m off of work at the theater. The buses don’t run this late, but I wouldn’t want to take one even if they did. I’m walking home. There’s a hole in the bottom of my right shoe, and theater wages make it hard to get a new pair. … Continue reading Drink
It’s summer, and I’m fourteen years old. That puts us at 2004. I’m in my room alone, watching the dust motes pass in front of the light that’s filtering through my window. It’s a matter of focus. Either I can look out the window and focus on the too-full dumpster out there, or I can pay attention to the dust motes hanging in the air … Continue reading Burn
It’s summer, and I’m twelve years old. That puts us at 2002. Mom and Dad are telling me to get in the car, that we’re going to the Fourth of July parade. I want to shoot off bottle rockets and firecrackers with Rodhi, but they’re making me go stand in the heat with little kids as we all wave to the floats as they pass … Continue reading Wave
It’s winter, and I’m ten years old. That puts us at 2000. Rodhi and I are out in our boots and coats and gloves and hats, wandering down Good Avenue, which can’t be distinguished between the grass or even the lake next to it because of the snow. Rodhi floats the idea of snatching a few of his dad’s tennis rackets and duct-taping them to … Continue reading Move
(mac)ro(mic) is live! It’s been a dream of mine for some time to start my own literary magazine and publish the work of others, so this is an amazing new journey for me. Huge thanks to all of the great writers who submitted their work and made this launch a successful one. Happy reading! Continue reading (mac)ro(mic) is live!
Thank you so much to all of you wonderful people for reading my work over the years. Continue reading 24.
this is my ex // perience where the heat doesn’t go down inside in a town where you can take a barbed-wire bat to the leg mistaken for a King or a GD when you’re just a kid where you can walk past grown men fighting as a child walking to a friend’s house at a time when you could see where everyone was by … Continue reading my ex // perience
Good news! My story “Sit” was just accepted for publication in a magazine called FIVE:2:ONE. The story goes live June 23rd, and as a bonus they asked if I’d do an audio or video reading of the story to accompany the text. As a “thank you” to all of you awesome folks who read and support my work, I want to show you the video … Continue reading FIVE:2:ONE Love!
It’s spring, and I’m eight years old. That puts us at 1998. Mom and Dad are heading out for a couple hours, leaving Drew in charge of the place. They’ve got to run a few errands before coming back to pick us up so we can all do family pictures at Sears. We’re supposed to go through our closets and find our Good Clothes. Our … Continue reading Smile