Far more than death itself, she feared the death of mystery.
This is my favorite time of night, when the coyotes begin to hunt. I wish you could hear them, gray-voiced beneath a half-lit moon. There are places where humans have […]
I’m starting fresh today I thank you for everything you’ve taken away Your motives be damned, your cleaning my hands of reminders of yesterday.
I mentioned to my friend Ben that I’d once recited Longfellow’s Wreck of the Hesperus while soloing the First Flatiron and recorded it by using an iPhone strapped ghetto go-pro […]
I remember the first time I wished my heart would explode. I was thirteen years old and tired of running. The initial inspiration came from a little blonde girl who […]
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In The Desert from Just Rite Media on Vimeo. The desert air refreshes as it sweeps away the dust of other realities, scrubs you…
“There is this little pine tree by my father’s house. It grows on a crumbling hillside, just grasses all around. The earth beneath it is red and sandy, and full […]
Oh, this darkness just creeps on and on. It sticks to everything, tarry, obstinate. And then there’s the quiet. Aren’t cities supposed to have lights and sirens, and general buzzing […]
He’s not sure which way to turn. The road is stretching out so flat, and the desert looks the same north as south. East as west. Back as forward. His […]
I wrote this piece when I was 17 or 18. About five minutes ago I read and recorded it. Some things change, some things don’t. In eleven years, I certainly […]