Sport of Blood Unseen

You loved terrible movies, glittering with violence and shallow story-lines. Watching those movies on Saturdays after cleaning the house were some of the most peaceful times we spent together.

Escapes: A Literary Autobiography

When I was ten, my father began bringing me and my brother to the public library on Tuesday nights. I’d run my fingers along each of the chapter books’ rainbow spines, struggling to decide which books to bring home that week.


I started writing a few years ago. I didn’t start writing out of love for something or someone. In fact, I started writing out of anger.