creative nonfiction
TagThe motivation and the drive to commit identity theft
I don’t have a reason for Naomi.
Rewind
She had hoped no one would notice the quick hot flood down her right leg.
I Live in a Seaside Motel
I live in a seaside motel. On nights the ocean is lively I can lie in bed and hear it murmur midnight elegies.
Plague of the Hashtag
“Patient presents. STATES DEPRESSION IS STABLE. NO THOUGHTS OF SELF-HARM. DOING PRETTY WELL ON [redacted]. NO SIDE EFFECTS. REALLY NOT THAT MUCH EFFICACY, HOWEVER.”
Abandoned: An Archive
As a way of closing out our November abandoned work theme and of commemorating the end of another largely wasted decade of my life, I’ve combed through more than ten years of Google Docs and dredged the fertilizer lagoon of my computer’s Documents folder to find as many of my aborted creative projects as possible.
Storm Roof
these boys are all the same: the bowl cut the soft chin the skinny arms under the thrift shop jacket the aspergers gaze (not quite at the camera, not quite at you) in the one pho