Authenticity

Words have always been my defense mechanism. If I could write it in a story or a poem or a journal entry, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much. If I could write it, it would just be words on a page and I could find distance. But that sort of writing is not good. Being…

A Moment Which, Although Cliché, Really Happened

It was a rainy, cold Wednesday in June. Not that you could tell from inside the dark, warm Sidewalk Café. The back room was dimly lit and sparsely populated as the band took the stage. Somewhere outside, the street was shut down to allow the Presidential motorcade to pass. The rain and the barricades meant…

Introducing My New Patreon!

I haven’t yet nailed down a job here in New York, although I am searching and my resume is looking pretty spiffy if I do say so myself. Last time I searched for a job this hard, I had no experience at anything and nearly got sucked into that knife-selling thing before finally landing a…

What I Need

At this point in my life, when I have no steady income or housing lined up for myself beginning in June, it can be easy to panic. To spend hours lying awake with possible scenarios scrambling around my head, planning, counting dollars, counting bills to pay. But when I feel like I’m on too much…