Category: Reflections

They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?

Every Thanksgiving, the rest of America puts a turkey in the oven and sprinkles marshmallows over sweet potatoes. They sleep in late, watch football. Or so I would imagine.

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Playdates and Porn

It was a Thursday night, and my best friend Dana and I couldn’t think of anything to do. Our usual evening activities, as is probably true for many people aged nine, were of the destructive nature; we’d erect elaborate blanket … Read More

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Faith & Identity

On Unitarian Universalism: “Identity is fluid, and its discovery is a personal and communal journey.”

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Confessions VIII

Advice for young studs.

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WIll My Eyes Be Closed or Open?

Ordinary, suicidal thoughts in Emerson and Bjork’s “Hyperballad”.

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Confessions VII

Charcoal growths.

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Slice of Life

Brissed and dismissed.

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Confessions VI

Telescoped.

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Urinalysis

I peed before I ever spoke.

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The Date From Hell

Qdoba, baseball, and modern romance.

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Telescoping Memories

To halve and to hold.

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Confessions V

A new hole in my neural web.

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