MusselsBlack, grimy, gritty sand grinds between my molars. The smell of Half Moon Bay ocean spray erupts in my senses, a wave crashing on the…Dec 23, 2020Dec 23, 2020
Poke8th grade, Mrs. Darby’s class at Egan — I heard the bell ring. 3rd period over, time to get to the next class. Only 5 minutes to get there…Nov 30, 2020Nov 30, 2020
Corn HoleAngel City brewery — the hustle bustle of beer drinkers and brawlers held at a dim roar as I shook hands with my old friend Majik. Big…Aug 17, 2020Aug 17, 2020
CoinI pinch the little brown coin between my thumb and index finger. Feeling the sticky metallic dust of copper finish — the grime of a…Aug 9, 2020Aug 9, 2020
GarageWalking towards Kyle’s house, I heard the crunch of fall leaves underneath my Reebok’s. Stepping closer, I heard the wail of badly-played…May 3, 2020May 3, 2020
PlatePorcelain honeys with french legs, peeking under their maiden skirts. Singing in a broadway revue at the top of their lungs. The young…Mar 21, 2019Mar 21, 2019
WindThe camcorder took it all in. Howling like a yoga class full of Golden Gate suicide chanters. Woosh, praying for more hope on the other…Mar 10, 2019Mar 10, 2019
Roller CoasterKnuckles white, I grip the metallic cart with terrible excitement. Tick, tick, tick, tick — our cart moves higher and higher on these…Feb 13, 2019Feb 13, 2019
Published inObject WritingCircusThe roar of the caged tiger reverberates through the carnival walls. A thousand voices claw for the attention for your ears — melting into…May 11, 2017May 11, 2017
“Secret”An innocent young man sings in a British accent. Sounding far-away, back into the recesses of the pre-adolescent 60s. A jangly guitar…Oct 10, 2016Oct 10, 2016
