a post in the same style as the notes app on my phone, meaning i never finish a single thought

I haven't written on here much, even though a lot has happened and I have a lot to say. I have 19 drafts on here from throughout the years, all varying shades of completion. I view this blog as a scrapbook, a time collage. If you enjoy it, great, but it's mostly for me. People …

Pilgrimage to Tragedy

Wrote this at a food court in an Iowa mall in 2017 back in my travel writing days. This is one of the review versions, so the editing isn't tight yet, but the good shit's still there. It was originally published in the print edition, Issue 2, of Allegory Ridge. guns, writing sample (1)Download

everything sparkles in nostalgia

I can not adequately describe the chokehold that this guy had on me in my teenage years. Last weekend I finally got around to reading Midnight Sun. If you're unfamiliar, Midnight Sun is the long-awaited addition to the Twilight series, a rewrite of the first Twilight book from the other main character's POV. It came …

the girls that get it, get it

...Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl Mitski is currently on tour, and it's spurred a lot of …

For B.

Graveyard I used to run through all the time in the tiny PA town My first job out of college--minus a short stint at Dunkin--was at Highlights magazine. I was hired as an intern at their editorial offices based in Small Town, PA (why don't I want to say the name? Why does that seem …

it goes on without you

a church in Portugal because why not everything I miss / is a monument / I cannot see through ****** It is midterms and finals week at the school I taught at this past fall. Semester over. New block classes beginning in February, a strange freshness in an otherwise stagnant, gray month. My e-mail account …

nothing ever really ends

Writing one of my students turned in It is another season of goodbye. I packed up my car, gave the sink a final scrub, and headed west through the cornfields. I've wrote about goodbyes a lot on this blog, so here we go again. There is never enough time to see everyone, to visit all …

triage

Sunrise before the commute. It's because of mercury, one of my coworkers tells me in the staff room. It's in retrograde? Something like that. I saw it on social media. That's why the kids are acting like this. Full moon's tomorrow, a different coworker says a week later. Another teacher shakes her head. I don't …

the other side

Everything you know about Aspen is true. Everything and more. Calling it a small Colorado ski town is like calling a humvee a car---you're not wrong, but you're not really right either. Aspen is a town wedged into a northward-slicing valley, mountains cradling it like arms. Everything about it is pristine, from the level sidewalks, …

to disappear

"Do you need to call someone? Let them know where you are and what happened?" The guy in the driver's seat asks. The darkness is nearly finished settling and the snowy peaks in the distance are quickly disappearing. A truck drives by every 10 minutes or so, but the road is fairly empty."No, I'm good," …

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