I put my words out to sea; here: in tepid calm waters. I hope the waves churn and froth and foam as I put my whole soul behind the words I sew into my sail.

I think people are deep as oceans. Inside our wet wiggling brains are schools of fish-thoughts just waiting to be caught. Here I hope to cast out my net and draw in some of my own wildness to tame into words.

Read On


what you’ll find here

my thoughts

Whenever the synapses of my brain cross, letting off sparks, I try to capture those bright bursts and put them here. Often a tangled mess, I wind my way through the trenches of my gray matter, and the sludge dug up by these journeys are slung like so much debris onto the internet.

some fiction

I write what I want to read. I create what does not exist… or what should exist uses me to become. Either way it ends up here, dripping down my spinal cord and bleeding out my fingers tip-tap-typing.

assorted flavors

of most any genre and topic. I sometimes feel like the synapses in my brain travel at highway speeds, zipping up and down in gushes and rushes of information. I hope to school them into order, like slots in a parking lot, and let them sleep. It is here I put them to rest.

approximately me

Who am I?

Well, I don’t really know. Your guess is as good as mine.

I’m something more than what you think of me, I hope.


I suppose I’m the dirty napkins I carefully stack on my plate at restaurant tables.

I’m the trowel left out in the rain at my grandma’s house.

I am the warm indent left in the couch, and the hand print in the frost on my car windshield.

I am the stamped-in tread of my shoes; squiggles at the toes and solid half-moons at the heels, that tramp all over town.

I look something like you, I guess. If you look in the mirror, you see a person trying their best. That’s all I am.


me in five senses

me in five senses

Sight 👁️

predominantly mousy, with hair and eyes the color of mud. i have a square smile; where my lips pull all the way back to show my canine teeth: they stick out like opera boxes.  i have a small nose with a rounded tip that leads up to a stoic forehead. my eyebrows are somewhat unruly at the corners, but i quite like them; my eyelashes are a delicate spray of soot at the edges of my eyes. i wear wire glasses with a slight cat-eye. i am 5’2″ when i am not slouching (but i usually am), slim shoulders curling into a stocky ribcage and broad stomach.


bumpy, on my blemished face; smooth, on my arms and shoulders (sometimes my legs, when i bother to shave); rough on my bitten fingers.


the click-clack of a keyboard, and david bowie crooning in the back of my head.


the scents i wear all the time:

poison ivy, princess mist, apple farm, cashmere glow, and pear berry.


i taste like adventure. also probably toothpaste.