Occasionally, when I can’t find a well-formed idea to write about I’ll dig through my archive for incomplete pieces to finish. More often than not, those pieces were started with zeal only to lose momentum by the time I stopped writing. Sometimes, if the project remains interesting after some distance, I’ll finish them. But there […]Read more "Things You Write in College"
I spent three weeks reading through everything I ever wrote, eventually compiling a varied mix of pieces into a book. Imagine standing in front of a mirror naked, thoroughly examining every square inch of your body–and doing so for three weeks with little interaction with the outside world. It’s unnerving, and you’ll find some things […]Read more "The Forgotten Chapter"
People often ask me how I manage to get by. The answer is that I don’t know. I just do things I don’t mind doing, sometimes things I enjoy doing, and if I get money in the end that’s an added bonus. So far it’s worked, but lately, in this cruel and exhausting era, I’ve […]Read more "Other People’s Fantasies: Tyler Thurgood"
It was 2:48 a.m. when Tim realized he probably should have went out drinking with his friends rather than stay in on a Saturday, one night after staying in on Friday. Bored and unable to reach any of his friends who were too drunk or passed out to use their phones, he grabbed a book […]Read more "Stranger Help | a short story"
When you turn off of Canal onto Bourbon St. you’re greeted by various bars, strip clubs, and assorted places to grab some good ole comfort food. However, as you move further down Bourbon, the well-lit tourist-laden area becomes darker, and after a short stretch of gay bars, Bourbon is black, the cracked sidewalks stained with […]Read more "Praying with a Crackhead on Bourbon St."
A dead deer in the shoulder should always be taken as a bad omen, and a reminder of how in an instant, life can be permanently altered—especially when you fly by the carcass at 94mph en route to New York City from Vermont. Unfortunately for Cal, he was passed out drunk in the passenger seat […]Read more "LSD, New York City, and Halloween | a short story"
A man with a dented forehead, rotten teeth, and dark gray hairs scattered around a bald piece of head was the only person in the hallway near the entrance of Birchwood Terrace when I arrived with the Chinese food I was sent to deliver. His gray sweatshirt was covered in yellow and brown stains, and […]Read more "Birchwood Terrace | a short story"