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
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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