Late Nights, Loose Feet and Open Hearts in Havana*This was a piece I wrote a while back for a magazine that never ran. So here it is.*Mar 8, 20231Mar 8, 20231
At The GrandLaughter. Screams. Expletives. Anything and everything but patience the sound of a pin drop. Or maybe it was annoyance, second-hand…Jul 2, 2021Jul 2, 2021
Travel Shorts: “Young Blood”He was dressed like a bodyguard — a neat black sweatsuit stretched out across big broad shoulders and long, thickly-muscled limbs, and he…Jan 1, 2019Jan 1, 2019
Girl to WomanI thought I’d miss it more… or even at all. When the stylist clipped away at the tufts alongside my ears, at my nape, she asked, “Are you…Sep 26, 2018Sep 26, 2018
Train Shorts: “Yoshua”This series is dedicated to all the time I spend on public transportation and the stories I write while I’m there.Aug 7, 2018Aug 7, 2018
OriginsI wrote this in preparation for a job interview a while back, where I thought I had to wax poetic about myself for 5–10 minutes. They never…Jul 7, 2018Jul 7, 2018
This Tattoo Is Not PerfectYesterday, I bled for longer than I felt comfortable with. The area of skin wasn’t large, and I’d only had one small plastic flute of…Dec 3, 2017Dec 3, 2017
Drummer MutterI wrote this (corny) poem six years ago… No point in it collecting dust on my hard drive.Nov 19, 2017Nov 19, 2017
“Running Out”“You wanna know something? You have a nasty ass attitude, and that’s going to be your problem here.” I’ll never forget the day I realized I…Nov 19, 2017Nov 19, 2017
“If I Hadn’t Seen It…”“You lying, cheating, lowlife, piss poor excuse for a person!” I’m surprised at how much her punches actually hurt. She had always been on…Nov 5, 2017Nov 5, 2017
