Writing
FICTION
Lisa thought, this is what annoys people about teenage girls, and in the same breath, felt a blow of cosmic loneliness.
FICTION
Imagine a summer stolen, not from a color-graded coming-of-age, but from the black-and-white double truck of a small-circulation newspaper. Imagine Faust correct and the devil is a dog come to earth.
FICTION
I knew I had acquired a talent for forgery when my father tried to use one of my coupons at Golf Galaxy. It was detrimental to my ego and to the rest of my life when it worked.
POETRY
This trail is my brother // who I have seen // naked and shaking in the rain.
FICTION • TYPOGRAPHIC ROMANCE
Encapsulated within that single syllable was the confirmation that, yes, after weeks of idly messaging each other on Hinge, we were finally meeting at the Chili’s off I-75 for the $14 Lunch Special. Perhaps a chain restaurant before noon is too holy a temple to shatter with sound.