Story 1 (As told by my mother)

My mother always recommended that I keep a journal. She was the sheer motivator behind the hundreds of pages I’ve found myself on. When she passed away, I found her journal that had many pages filled with her short-hand. This story, which was written in I presume to be about 2007, is absolutely true and…

Songs for Inspiration

Ill-fitting from what I usually post, but i’m going to share with you all a list of songs that are not only good, but do a fantastic job of being inspiring, or motivational, or whatever. They’re good. Here. I made it so all of the links open in a new tab, so you can endlessly…

On King

The most crucial sentence I have ever read in regards to my writing, or my life, was by Stephen King. It’s not about homicide – eh, I guess it could be. “You must not come lightly to a blank page.” What Is Writing? Stephen King explains. This short sentence, down to it’s bare knuckles means…

The Pixies

Why do we write? Why do we walk down the street, puzzled, about methods of pairing phrases to properly document an attempt at some sort of human experience?¬†Why does throwing some bullshit assortment of letters and punctuation onto a piece of college-ruled paper make make us feel like we’re achieving some sort of inner harmony?…

This Can Not Be a Metaphor About a Car’s Muffler

Oh, and another thing. Since when did anyone have to have irrevocable feelings for someone that makes them feel about the size of a pinhole? The thing about being a pinhole; there’s millions of them. There’s millions of you’s, bumping into them’s, feeling like this. It’s no big deal, but you have to keep it…

1 (800) 273-8255

“I think a lot about killing myself, not like a point on a map, but rather like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave.” Neil Hilborn, a popular slam poet, describes suicide this way. I love this depiction. I’ve never claimed to be…

Or Lack There Of

About 60 miles and a quarter of a tank of gas. About photocopies of Monet tinted yellow by soft negligence. About stained coffee pots. About cigarette smoke mixed with Glade Candles. About pill bottles artfully arranged as a reminder that an asymptomatic life is a quality life. About EMT’s running up the carpeted stairs. About…