New Zine: nothing there

I've compiled a new zine with fifteen pages of poetry, prose, and some weird dreams I had in order to 1.) put some words out into the world for the first time in a long while and 2.) going through school and not working left my wallet a little light. Like, zero gravity light. It's... 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 →

Last Call: Discontinued Zines 

CREEPS and I WASN'T IN LOVE WITH YOU, I WAS JUST REALLY DRUNK will be out of print in their current forms. CREEPS first appeared as part of Ladybox Vol. 2 I WASN'T IN LOVE WITH YOU, I WAS JUST REALLY DRUNK was made for the Ladybox Books launch/release party. UPDATE: All zines have been... 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 →

ICYMI: Interview @ Volume 1 Brooklyn

"It was important to me to represent the people in this book as authentically as I could. They aren’t just characters, they are people that I love. So more than my revealing them through storytelling, they revealed themselves to me during a time of tragedy. And if I’m going to try to show other people... Continue Reading →

Two Years 

On the two year anniversary of my sobriety I take a long walk and set out on a day devoted to rewarding myself and celebrating this huge thing I did. At lunch I sit facing a window, eating Al Pastor and watching the rain fall. Behind me are two groups of women who take turns... Continue Reading →

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