PinnedA Gambler’s AnecdotePeople keep telling me to speak. I don’t know if this is for me, or my ego, but there is indeed some part of me that wishes to relent. So…Jan 13, 2024Jan 13, 2024
PinnedDon’t be Like MeI wake up from a bright and colorful, dopamine fueled blackout. The first thing I’ve decided to do is jerk it.Jun 17, 20201Jun 17, 20201
When We Get Home SafeTonight I’d go out for a birthday. A bar out in a city I’ve never been to despite living not too far for 20+ years. I don’t go to the bars…Aug 9, 2024Aug 9, 2024
Who I Fear. What I used to be.There are men buried alive in these walls. Hungry, desperate, callous, and especially lonely, men clawing to make their way out so they can…Jul 29, 2024Jul 29, 2024
I Just Feel Sorry for NileThere was a man singing in my neighborhood today. He sang for blocks and when I ran into him a half-mile away, he was still singing…Jul 26, 2024Jul 26, 2024
The Other ManThere’s a slackjaw in here. A half-lidded beast that breathes through his mouth agape. He stares off into space.Jun 14, 2024Jun 14, 2024
Sorry, AmonAs a kid, in spite of grievous loss, I still couldn’t have ever predicted catastrophe. I don’t think anyone in our friend group did…May 11, 2024May 11, 2024
In my Deluded Little GardenI always do well before I don’t. Irony is that not doing well just means these feelings come back. Like levies bursting. Like hurtling…Feb 29, 2024Feb 29, 2024
This One’s for the HomiesBecause I wanted to marry her. Because I still dream about her, like I do my dead dog and get to think “He’s not really dead, he’s only…Dec 16, 2020Dec 16, 2020
Memories of the grind.I don’t remember the day. I don’t even remember why I was there. I don’t remember why I had come home to Berkeley.Nov 24, 2020Nov 24, 2020
