I open my eyes and all I can see is an old faded couch that I’m lying on. I’m in a basement but I’m not sure who’s basement I’m in. I see the bookshelf of movies and an old guitar. I realize now I’m in his basement. I look around again to see if I’m […]
The Art of Doing the Most
Circa Post-traumatic Breakup, Mistakenly Taken for “Daddy Issues” I have a black thumb. As much as this budding twenty-something would love to engage fervently in the vibrant suburban DIY subcategory of “g a r d e n i n g” and “cultivation”, I am apparently inept when it comes to keeping a goddamn succulent alive. […]
Island of Abandoned Dreams
I live on the island of abandoned dreams. I grew up where others go to forget about their failures and mistakes. This is where I live and not a single soul is happy here. Technically, you’re not supposed to be born here. People are supposed to come here only when they can not make anyone […]