I have an obsession with graffiti and tattoos. I intend to keep my tattoos fairly limited; no sleeves in my future, that is to say, but I am fascinated by the images and symbols people place on their body as well as the feeling that accompanies the ink. It’s an ethereal high to say the [...]
A bird flew into the left engine of my plane. While we rose higher into the night sky, the cabin circulated an air saturated with a scent of smoke. Nobody panicked as the noise escalated. We glanced over at our neighbor, eyeing them to verify that yes, the plane is having an unusual take off [...]
You find it outside of the Thrift and Save hidden underneath a pile of crumpled newspaper used to wrap fragile used vases and picture frames. It is poking out of the garbage can, sprinkled with petals of ashes from dead cigarettes and stained with a splash of RC Cola that was flung in, just barely [...]
I’ve been going through a miniature version of writers block. Although I must admit that what’s really happening is much more a version of motivational lack than any true block of inspiration or lack of words to say. I did stay up late last night and conjured up a short short. It’s nothing to write [...]
Tonight for the first time I read my writing to an audience. I picked one of my short-shorts partially because it was one of my favorites recommended by a professor and partially because I am a firm believer that the best things come in small packages. So tonight I read and the feeling was one [...]
I was recently conversing with a professor who told me that all great writers struggle to go home. He said that these writers spend their careers writing pieces of the Utopian home that doesn’t exist anywhere else but on paper. All of the great writers, he said, write about escaping from their homes and the [...]
