Writing



February 6, 2022

Morning Man

Utah. White skies, flurries, and temperatures around zero. The days around my birthday often find me rethinking the rhythm of my life and nursing morning fantasies.

January 23, 2022

Middle Path

Ohio. The snow outside my window is melting as soon as it piles up, and there might be a lesson here.

January 10, 2022

Word Count

Ohio. Wind chills in the single digits and still no snow. If I’m not paying attention, I can push commas around for hours.

January 5, 2022

Ship

Ohio. Forty degrees with gusty winds. The sun goes down at 5:21pm tonight. In the far corner of the library, an elderly man sighs over a big dusty book of trees.

January 3, 2022

Post-Internet

Writing about online living feels tacky for some reason, even though it might be the only thing we have left in common.

January 1, 2022

Rainy Day

The first day of the year, and there’s a new supermoon tonight. I tried my best to feel fresh and brand new for these first hours of 2022.

December 9, 2021

Freewriting

Sunset: 4:27pm. Last night I watched C. paint, and she moved so quick and loose, belonging entirely to the moment as she swirled her ink across a massive canvas.

November 18, 2021

Burning

Sunset: 4:35pm. Tonight the moon is full. “When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.”

November 14, 2021

Gift

I was heaving and hauling myself across 85th Street when something clicked.

November 7, 2021

Holy Day

Sunset: 4:44pm. Last night the clocks fell back an hour, and it’s my favorite moment of the year because we create more night.

November 5, 2021

Abattoir

Sunset: 5:47pm. There’s a new supermoon tonight. Embrace speed. Groove on distraction. Let everything get garbled and weird.

August 17, 2021

Monster

Along the way, I began to think of my book as a monster.