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
It’s fall, and I’m six years old. That puts us at 1996. Dad’s taking us home from an away game, and I’m still in my little league uniform. Dad’s been drinking, but we’re all playing that game we play, the one with no name, where we don’t say anything when he swerves into the other lane and lazily corrects himself. It doesn’t have a name, … Continue reading Sit
It’s summer, and I’m four years old. That puts us at 1994. Mom, Dad, and I are at a waterpark that doesn’t exist anymore, and I’m running around and splashing. My nose burns from trying to inhale while underwater, and the chlorine’s effects have spread to my eyes, making everything look impressionistic. This is my earliest memory. Drew isn’t there. He’s at a friend’s, maybe, … Continue reading Float