my next man

i drive home thinking about writing this. my finger is broken and suddenly that’s my entire personality. j– tells me that a guy we met tonight, someone she describes as a predominant author, will definitely get off to the thought of me later on. says he likes blondes. i don’t mind the idea of it. […]

r 3

r—, i didn’t get out of your car because i felt i was in danger. nor was i embarrassed. i left because i didn’t want to be in there anymore. it was a claustrophobic feeling coming down on me. i imagine you’d have felt the same had you been in my position. what kind of […]

r 2

Halee, I don’t have songs of yours to examine.  If that email is a round about way to apologize for dramatically insisting on being let out of my car like you were in some kind of danger (after just being a lil embarrassed) then yes I forgive you. I also quickly forgave myself for giving […]

r 1

r—, i guess maybe you’re mad at me or something. does someone with a beginner’s mind hold a grudge? i tell a friend about you and make a joke about how i’ve been listening to your music, and even though we got into an argument in a golf course parking lot in austin on easter, i hope […]

am i still lovable to someone?

only you and whoever has listened to your music will understand the title of this piece and that’s on purpose. i have a lot to say about our little interaction on easter at the golf course in the middle of austin, but will keep it brief for now. first off – what the fuck? second […]

happy belated anniversary

april, 2025 – new york i’ve posted and unposted this a few times now. namely because i don’t feel like it’s totally finished. too, because it makes me sort of sad. that said, it’s been burning a hole in my literary pocket for a while, and i figure now is as good a time as […]

Holy Don

September 13, 2015 – Trail Motel – Kellogg, Idaho A large, blue sign is lit and it reads “Trail Motel.” Multi-colored lights dangle from the railings in a sort of half-assed attempt at looking whimsical. The 1976 Mustang in front of me is covered in hand-painted liberal propaganda. That’s really the only way to put […]