COG Love!
My story “Float” is live on COG! Very happy to see my words up on such a slick-looking site. Check it out! Advertisements Continue reading COG Love!
Time Stood Still
Sitting in the back of the bus with a dollar store notebook on my lap, sketching and thinking about the past. October droplets stain my public transit window, turning the grime to a vertical stream as it passes and changes the passing headlights into alien stars–nothing more than ways to mark my way as I move along. The headlights become fireflies in fading light, the … Continue reading Time Stood Still
Living in a Lofi World
Vapor trailing off a simulated cherry, taking in the air of a cold, hard, muddy, Eraserhead-type October night. Throwing tiny acorns against a wooden fence, little tree seeds with so much potential yet facing such great adversity. Listening to songs that sound like they’re coming out of underwater speakers, tearing holes in sweater sleeves, sitting here and living in a lofi world. I don’t know … Continue reading Living in a Lofi World
Sines
Traveling the sinews and cells of a breaking body, the sine waves of thought as nothing more than chemical signals sent from one location to another. A word: spaghettification. A photo in a physics textbook: a body falling toward a black hole, being stretched past comprehensible limits. That is this feeling, here, being unplugged and plugged back in again, at random, consciousness in spurts guiding … Continue reading Sines
Lost in the Options
Lost in the options, hanging out back of a Taco Bell, a stained and worn strip of cardboard sitting on the concrete next to us, blasting some Reggie Watts off of a smartphone, shaking a can of spray paint that’s half out, and Sammy’s rendering a Renaissance mural on the wall, a bloodmapped mattress off at the end of the alley, from some old motel, … Continue reading Lost in the Options
In the Dark
We’re in the dark, slow dancing to a song we barely know the words to, mumbling, mostly just picking up the melodies and harmonizing on the chori, making up our words and movements as we go till we’re melting together, here, at night, with the storm outside, with old Christmas lights strung up inside as the only light for us to dance by, something lofi, … Continue reading In the Dark
Picking Targets
In combat, for him it was nothing more than picking targets. He’d look bored while hitting the bag, send a right hook to where his opponent’s head would be, then a left to the body, right elbow coming across that would erase consciousness if it hit a human head. It was the same with words. There was a time when he’d be excited to fight. … Continue reading Picking Targets
Double Woot!
One of my stories has been published in Up North Lit! Check it out! This is a pretty sweet early birthday present. Also, a book with my writing in it is available for purchase starting today! Thank you, Universe. Continue reading Double Woot!
Inbound/Outbound
When I got the call and heard that my little brother had attempted suicide, there was that long, false, beautiful moment where my brain decided this was Not Real. This was an incredibly tasteless joke, or maybe it’d been a case of mistaken identity. I’d talked with him the week before, seen him in person last month when I’d flown back home, and he’d seemed … Continue reading Inbound/Outbound
Pique/Peek/Peak
Pique like a kid sitting on the floor at the Scholastic Fair debating stealing a book because he can’t afford it eats public assistance at lunch can already see the looks of shame on the faces of his parents when they walk into the principal’s office so he doesn’t so he puts it back and tries to picture imagined worlds his mind won’t be shown. … Continue reading Pique/Peek/Peak
