Dad
"There’s this photograph of my dad, from the late 1990s, in an old album somewhere on a bookshelf. He is standing on a rock, laughing. His hair is wavy, and he’s tan. The ocean is behind him. "
Student Work: Advanced Writing Course
Sunday Funday
“‘You ever see someone choke on one of those?' Vito asked the vendor, pointing to a hot dog. From the other side of the metallic counter, the vendor’s eyes slowly shifted up from his phone." Fiction.
A Performance
"She recalls a sweep of red, a hollow clanging bell, a smoky scent, a flick of hot spit or sweat flying out far from a bony, painted boy."
I See Dead People—Forever
" I was a person who didn’t watch scary movies. I had no interest in them, and I had no problem telling whichever friends I was hanging out with that I would not watch or go to see any kind of horror or thriller film."
The Man
"A diner is not the place to have a Serious Discussion. Stanley knows, okay? He knows. " Fiction.
Brutally Beth
"Beth has been in traffic now for a horrendously long time. She has severe road rage, the diagnostic kind for which she has a sponsor. She calls as I leave work to tell me this in her quintessential Beth parlance, her voice an odd but unambiguous synthesis of Bobby Durst and Lindsay Lohan."
The Hundred-Film Fall
"Until my freshman year, I’d written off movies as 120-minute wastes of energy to be forgotten shortly after."
Rom Coms, Actually
“Love exists; love is everywhere. Repeat it three times.” In defense of a maligned genre.
