November 25, 2013

A Meal with Tolkien

Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if he cannot do so, he […]
August 22, 2013

Rants on Writing

Writing is like passing a kidney stone, friends: bloody, gut-eating, crippling labor. Like a grown man giving birth to a child or an army of ticks […]
August 6, 2013

End of the Book

Don’t let anyone ever tell you writing is a stolid art. Emotions skip like jump ropes around a writer’s work, spinning with a Gaussian blur until […]
August 2, 2013

What do I do to get a job around here?

In the world of freelance writing, there are two kinds of people: those who can, and those who can’t. Unfortunately for most of the attention-handicapped public, […]
January 23, 2013

Four Poems of Possibility

a. between the staging ground for Opus stirs a faint blue line as still as highway gold; and when its course has run with ink, or […]
August 16, 2012

How I Love Aprons

Here I am—pressed against a cracked, fake leather booth in a monstrously hot Dazbog. The baristas are cute, wrapped tightly in their black aprons and one-size-too-small […]
May 31, 2012

White Chickens and the Art of Poetry

I often have friends who read my writing and ask: “What’s your inspiration?” It’s a fair question, but not one easily answered. I considered it recently […]
May 8, 2012

Superfluous Son of these States

I remember the pom-pom-toting teens of my high school English class like fourth period was yesterday—or, better yet, like an NBC sitcom run one season too […]
December 27, 2011

Poetry in Retrospect

For a period of time in college, I dabbled in e.e. cummings-style poetry, paired with an affinity for literary and cultural allusions. Here is one example […]