Fixing What is Broken and Breaking What is Fixed
Everything changes.
Nonfiction
Defending the Teenage Love Poem
But like any other teenager, the universe was quick to show me the error in my ways. It happened quickly and easily on a night that shocked itself with intracloud lightning.
My Summer of Rubber Dust
The Machine didn’t work well, not by a long shot. But, in the end, it worked just enough.
Flattening Ebbinghaus’s Forgetting Curve
And now, days later, as I field my own self-initiated questions with no ready answers, I make a promise to myself to make my memories matter. To write.
Running Against the Wind: Disabled Masculinity and the Vicious Cycle of Sport
I’ve been looking at myself in the mirror above the sink.
It Isn’t Going to be a Bedroom Time Machine
For Ellie. You will find it. You will, you will, you will.
Back to Motherland, That’s Some Otherland
Let’s go back to once upon a time. Before the clarity, before the connection, before the sukoon. Let me start with the disparity of hope and despair, the heartbreak and the trauma.