I grew up in the epitome of small town America in the middle of the Midwest. Because of this and the lack of variety that often accompanies this lifestyle, I fell in love with storytelling from a young age.
Ghost; Walking the Horse; Last Call; House Ships; Bardo
When I change the sheets
in the bed where you slept
I see you still there.
My Secret Place
“It's San Francisco,” she replied. “I've gotten raises and promotions and you're working, but we're struggling to get by. We couldn't even afford to take time off for a vacation last year.”
They both hated what the City had become, an overpriced playground for tech geeks working at Google, Uber, and Airbnb. Once sketchy nightclub areas had been gentrified into neighborhoods where newcomers fought over four thousand dollar a month, one-bedroom apartments.
A Lifelong Obsession
I have received many bits of advice over the years—some sound, some idiotic. But the most solid was: your writing cannot improve if you don't read. And not just in whatever genre you've chosen to pursue, but widely.
Closure; In the daily survival of the unfortunate; My lover takes me; In the murky undercurrents of living; The desire to be lonely
In this country, a father walks out & never returns. Truth! & a mother is a shadow. In the night, she covers the home
with her body. Her fingers are nimble for the tears she must hide.
The Cheap Shit Gets You Drunk the Fastest
“If Nadine got into Heaven, ain’t nobody going to Hell,” Sally Simpson, one of the girls she’s standing with, says under her breath...