Bounced around from PDX > Edgefield/Wonderland Book Awards > PDX > Oregon coast with friends this past week. Click to view/scroll gallery
remembrance
It doesn't feel right to not acknowledge, to write something. Didn't you write a whole book about your grief? Yes, I did. But it will never be enough. I'll never write enough words to purge the amount of grief that lives inside me. It's regenerative. Every year I try to think of some way, some... Continue Reading →
New story: ‘Mugshot’
I've got a new short piece up at EntropyMag.org called 'Mugshot.' I still try to make words, even though I'm tired all the time. Things are happening. I've got a couple things coming together, but while we're waiting for that to simmer check out the new story I put out by clicking here
Are You Still Writing?
This has come up a lot lately, especially at AWP, and the answer is: Yes. of course. Am I actively publishing/being published? Not as much, no. But I’m building things back up. This past year has been wild. The last couple. All 33 of them, really. I was a server for 15 years. I couldn’t... Continue Reading →
Round up: interview, new story, live reading
Maybe some day I'll actually post more than just "here's some things you missed if you don't follow me on Facebook" but for now, here's some stuff you may have missed if you don't follow me on Facebook. I had a great conversation with Brian Alan Ellis which has since been posted at Clash Media... Continue Reading →
ICYMI: interviews, essays, and reviews
Recent interweb appearances: I've got an essay up at CLASH about alcohol, bees, and anxiety called "This Super Cool Thing Where Everything Gives Me Anxiety" Also up at CLASH is an installment of an interview series from Gabino Iglesias called Skin Stories where Gabino talks to writers about their tattoos. Here's mine 🖤 ... Continue Reading →
super surreal
I read at Powell's City of Books for Smallpressapalooza. I've spent so many hours browsing the shelves of Powell's and now my little pink bummer and I are on one. I got to stand at this awesome fucking podium with my heart thumping out of my chest and share the words I wrote. Never would... Continue Reading →
Color Wheel
Holly Golightly calls them "the mean reds." Sometimes they come in concurrence with the blues, which I guess makes them something like "the awkward purples." It makes me not want to leave bed or get any work done. I feel totally unmotivated and uninspired and that's been really rough because there are things to do... Continue Reading →
zine machine/queen & upcoming performances
Tonight I'm running off more mini zines and practicing for a reading tomorrow (2/27) at the Jade Lounge that is centered around the thing we idealize the shit out of but barely understand: Love. The good, the bad, the morbidly grotesque. We'll cover it all. Music, stories, poetry and more. I'll also be reading... Continue Reading →