Oct 3, 2021Real LoveSometimes I write poetry. . . . . . . I can talk to you all day about real love Real love is that thing you feel in the pit of your stomach It’s that rush of blood Away from my extremities Straight to your heart And your genitals . …Poetry2 min read
Sep 9, 2021An Open Letter to My MuseThere’s no way I can write this and not sound unbalanced or at the very least desperate. Every attempt I’ve made to begin stops short before any real progress is made. Even now, I am choosing my words carefully, desiring to sound eloquent but not fake, straight forward but not…Writer6 min read
Aug 23, 2021My Thirteen-Year-Old SelfI had a conversation with my thirteen-year-old self the other day She smiled politely, but I could tell She had questions Thirteen-year-old me is not a very good liar “Okay,” I said, “What do you think?” …Teenagers4 min read
Jul 6, 2021What I’ve Been Trying to SayPlease note: I’m a playwright. Read the following as if it were an epic monologue delivered at the climax of a drama or as if it was a rambling soliloquy of truth delivered by a Shakespearean fool who is wiser than you give them credit for rather than a well-thought-out…Playwright4 min read
Oct 19, 2020Ripen as the treeI did the thing, guys. I did the thing that I tell all of my friends (especially those battling mental illness) not to do. I scrolled on Facebook. We’ve all been there: check the notifications, nothing exciting, something at the top catches your eye (“Cats who can rollerblade?! Show me!”)…Art6 min read
Oct 19, 2020An open letter to my friend.People don’t write songs about situations like mine. I’ve tried very hard to find comfort in records like “Don’t Start Now” by Dua Lipa or “Ignore Me” by Betty Who, but, at the end of the day, I am in a completely different world than these narrators. “Don’t Start Now”…Friendship5 min read
Aug 26, 2020An open letter to my fatherDear Dad, This Saturday is your and Mom’s anniversary, and I’m not sure why that’s hitting me harder than any of the other holidays. More than Father’s Day (which was terribly hard). More than your birthday. I suppose the old cliche is true that death puts things into perspective. I…Letters7 min read