The Cobra
The things he said were, perhaps, a bit too complex for us at 14. But I can vividly remember the moment I finally understood precisely what he meant.
Nonfiction
Fixing What is Broken and Breaking What is Fixed
Everything changes.
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.