Louis+

At night we’d hang out at the park behind his house, drinking IPAs and tossing rocks at the tennis court fencing until he got bored and went home to have sex.

Jordan or a musing on friendship and relationships

In the summer we drive around, listening to Remember Sports, and searching for a reasonably priced second-hand keyboard so you can pick up a new hobby. Here, the summers stretch on for far too long: the bare blue sky hanging over our heads with quiet contempt.

plants and songs

At 32, I’ve been spending more time buying and caring for plants. I’ve got 30+ or so scattered around my house now, and I’ll probably grab more as these start to die or wilt or move on to the next cycle of their lives.

Thoughts on a failed story: Big Bend

Part one, because this story is pretty long.

Over drinks - V2

Over hazy IPAs that tasted like too much experimentation, I told him about the first and second men I ever loved.

Over drinks - V1

Over drinks, I told you about the first and second men I ever loved. How the first broke my world open and the second pieced it back together.

Four weeks of a writing course

I started a 10-week writing course a few weeks ago. Joining a writing class is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while. I had high hopes of finding something in Austin that met in person, but honestly, there weren’t many good options.

4 for 4

I spend the early summer watching reruns of King of the Hill and swimming in other people’s pools. In the afternoon, the sun hangs around forever, baking everything in an endless wave of heat and dust and shame. I try and keep cool by hanging out inside or drinking bad beers at bars with funky aesthetics and custom-crafted illustrations for their beer cans.

hi again

In therapy we talk about endings and beginnings, read short stories that I’ve written, and ponder over when I’ll eventually stop coming. We are working towards a final project: a bit of writing in which I envision four variations of my self, split across the timelines, all meeting together for one conversation.

Tuesday

In the morning, wrapped in blankets and the warm safety of each other you ask me to marry you and, sheepishly I agree. This is not a proposal, at least in the traditional sense, but instead a conviction or admission of feeling.

4 short stories about loving people

You write music about your ex who left for San Francisco, hoping that with the right amalgamation of metaphor and meaning you can get him to apologize for things he never knew he did wrong.

Ten sentences

I was listening to Maggie Rogers, folding clothes, and thinking about how close Z and I had been lately. It was the end of winter and already the harsh Texas sun was replacing the gray skies.

3 blah tidbits

I’ve got three small snippets of writing, just to keep things flowing. But, before that two sincere requests for folks I’m closer with that read this.

Snippets

I felt the heat. My skin damp with sweat, my throat hoarse and dry, uncomfortably tightening and turning in and over on itself; attempting, in futility, to clear the ash from me.

five for the new year

My therapist tells me to be more delusional. “I have all sorts of people come in here,” he says. “Gold-medal Olympians, a woman writing a book, someone who just ran a marathon.

1 last one for 2024

Our first fight was about the meaning behind a book. I was desperate for someone to find me intelligent and took every disagreement as a slight against myself.

A wrap-up of all the things I've written this year that I like.

I wrote a lot this year, even though I think I didn’t. I wanted to look back at some of the things I’ve written and see what I liked best. Some of these are full bits while others are just short snippets of what I enjoyed.

3 for friday

2 for Tuesday

Short bits i'm working on for no particular reason