“Untitled, Because I Didn’t Want to Pick.” “There are two types of ____” That’s what we say To make sense of a world that is without limits Full of animals we haven’t seen In places when will never go I read on a food wrapper (or two) That

I’d like to share a poem I wrote this week.  If you’re not wearing a turtleneck and drinking a small, arrogant cup of coffee right now, go ahead and get suited up.  Then come back: “Say … What?” I read I write I live I speak But what do

They say that there are no stupid questions. They are wrong. Because there has never been a sentence that has wrought more ire from me then the title of this post. It typically sneaks up on you at the end of what would have been a fantastic, multiple choice question

I had the pleasure of attending a very small, very socially distanced surprise birthday party a few days ago. It was a group of artists in exile – actors, musicians, and event producers that have to stop working until people are able to gather safely again. After we took turns getting

Yesterday I had my first panic attack. It was a five-hour ordeal as crippling as everyone describes, and the fact that I am writing about it today would have been considered a miracle in the world I knew a couple dozen hours ago. It was a dark place. Not like

I meant to get in here last night and hang out, but I fell asleep watching the convention. The brief feeling of hope that TV shows can bring kinda just lulled me into a peaceful slumber. I woke up this morning bummed. I’ve missed it here. In any event,

Do you want to make a great pie crust. I used a period there because this really isn’t a question. Of course you do. So do these things I’m telling you to do here: Get all these things: 2 cups flour 1 tablespoon sugar 1 teaspoon salt 6

I have freelanced for the better part of a decade now, picking up jobs here and there that I knew I could do a great job with. They were low risk, moderately paying gigs that paid a bill when I needed them too. It was just enough of a taste