Sad City


I’m more than excited to have my essay Sad City published by the wonderful Ginger Collect lit mag. A big thank you to Editors Lauren E. Hamm and Patrick S. Johnson for giving my piece a cool home.

I was emailed last night with their acceptance and it was published today, a rare occurrence but a welcomed one. So many talented writers in this issue, give it some eyeballs!

This story was a bit embarrassing to write about, but enough time has elapsed that I feel more comfortable writing about it. I also have another nonfiction piece coming out in November.

You can read my essay here




Songs in a Dumpster Fire


Well, we have deadly earthquakes and massive hurricanes and climate change deniers and white supremacists carrying torches and a bigoted buffoon in the oval office. What a time to be alive! Drink it up.

I don’t have anything to say with this post, just wanted to link some tunes that I’ve been listening to recently. On the writing front, I have an essay coming out in November and a flash piece getting published in October. I pretty much hate everything I write, but that essay feels like it’s the best thing I’ve written in months. I’m proud of it.

I am now taking three drugs to combat the depression. I’ve never been this committed to pharmaceuticals. Are they working? I thought so three weeks ago, but now I feel a bit heavy again. It’s frustrating, and it touches everything in my life. I’m still hopeful, though. It takes time when you add new drugs to your system. I’ve hopped back on the reframing train to soften the blow of the dark hammer. It helps.

Anyway, get out your french press and make a pot of medium roast coffee. Make sure you purchase your beans locally and only use a burr grinder. Poetry in a cup.

Kick it.






The Waste of Man



The first nonfiction piece I’ve written in forever, The Waste of Man, is live over at the hip lit mag Digging Through the Fat. A gigantic thank you to Gessy Alvarez for accepting and publishing my essay.

It can be rather difficult to write about the past, to revisit those dark, garbage-filled crevasses in my mind, but most times the only way to slay the past is to confront the past. Maybe I’d call it a kind of prose therapy.


You can read my essay here




Church Food



My tiny tale Church Food is live over at The Drabble. This site publishes stories 100 words and under, which is nice if you’re struggling to write something longer. Check them out, you can read dozens of stories before you finish a cup of coffee.

You can read my story here