Autobiography

Stories, Poems, and Musings

grievance update: healing from dead mom

Birthday cakes and treasure hunts. Damp towels and bickering in a squeaky car. White wine and cigarettes.

I thought love was all in the shoulders. Hunched, preparing for the moment you will lunge at my neck. [...] Love and fear, as far as I knew, were the same scars.

journalistic creative piece on dylan

Birthday cakes and treasure hunts. Damp towels and bickering in a squeaky car. White wine and cigarettes.

The better I get, the more I yearn for what I cannot create.

I thought love was all in the shoulders. Hunched, preparing for the moment you will lunge at my neck. [...] Love and fear, as far as I knew, were the same scars.

‘Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more’ – Shakey’s Henry V

A man at a bar and a girl with a pen.

grievance update: healing from dead mom

This is a poem. It is referent to memories of the North, South, and Midwest. Saving the best for last, so to speak, the title is the final word of the poem. The lack of capitals is intentional.

My personal experience with depression. Touches on what I've gone through and how lucky I am to be where I am today.

This is my personal experience. Yep, life is tough sometimes.

My grandfather died on November 3rd 2018, so this is sort of a memorial to him.

Such are the autumn people. Beware of them. — Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

This one's for the one that hurt me the most. Screw you

With my story I try to capture the rare but hugely significant positive moments during the pandemic. I love capturing the beautiful little moments in even the hardest of times