I used to try to track my dreams and force sleep paralysis. I’d do things like put on white noise through headphones and fasten halved ping pong balls over my eyes, to force sensory deprivation. When that did nothing, I’d keep myself awake for days at a time, blasting loud music and imbibing caffeine while making note of any aberrations in thought or mood. I’d … Continue reading The Things I’d Do
They told me, years later, that the guy had an entire galaxy in his mind. It was populated by nebulae and stars, planets and moons, some of them harboring life, others barren and wasted. He spent essentially all of his life cataloging his inner galaxy, and for all intents and purposes he was catatonic. His family took him for a vegetable. They’d pack him into … Continue reading Open Blue
Casting a line off the edge of a barge micronation somewhere off the Adriatic, plum sky undulating like some childhood experiment with oil and water, and all of a sudden that seems so long ago, that 1990s childhood spent tinkering with PC parts, putting together your first computer, and now here you are thirty years later, in unclaimed waters, undisclosed location, starting some religion, maybe … Continue reading Plum Sky
Cigarette smoke filling in from out of frame, an ’80s filmic haze accentuated by a smoke break on a movie set, hair as big as her dreams as she reads her lines to her warped reflection in a pink-tiled wall, knowing that the plan is for her singing parts to be dubbed over in post but still hoping that the director will change his mind … Continue reading Moving Pictures
So this was an amazing thing to wake up to: A 5,000-word excerpt from Here’s Waldo is now in print thanks to Z Publishing House!!! Linkage is here! Also, I actually make a percentage off of any sales from that link, so please share widely if you could; I want to spread Waldo near and far!!! Continue reading Read an Excerpt from Here’s Waldo in Print!
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
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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.