Dry Socket I’m bad at being an invalid, so I keep angel teeth in my pocket and crunch them up into dust so I can commune with the dead...

My flash fiction piece “Wellspring Wandering” was published by Bait/Switch, which is a unique journal because it is intensely...

Her knee jiggles. Incessant anxious energy has made its home in her veins, moving through her as steadily as blood. Today, though, the...

After two straight months of no rest, I have at last arrived on the other side. All of my creative projects are still here, unfinished,...

Every year, the master’s students I work with at Harvard give a five-minute presentation on the work they’re doing out in the field. It’s...

This blog has seen a lot of me. More than that, it’s seen a lot of my work. Over the last four or five years, I’ve written hundreds of...

Maintaining motivation is hard. I was recently diagnosed with ADHD, and it sort of put my whole life into perspective. The diagnosis...

This room has four walls, but it is also without walls, expanding past the fragile steel of my skull. A fragment of me looks at rows and...

Hill of Beans The doughnut shop isn’t up to code; danger makes a delicious dish. Here, hello is flash-fried catfish. Go ahead, eat up,...

I need to write something. It needs to be 500 words. It needs to be posted today. At first, I was going to post a poem because I have...

We aren’t ready. When Sebastian holds the door, and the sky blinks into blackness, we aren’t ready. When everyone is left standing in the...

I’ve been working on some really big projects these last few months, which means less time for writing smaller pieces like short stories...

Mudbug Mood I’m thinking about crawfish and the way they boil brackish in the high heat of June, seasoned spicy in a galvanized washtub...

Whenever I finish a project, I feel empty. It’s not a scooped out feeling, it’s more of a “I’m not here” feeling. It’s like existing in a...

A Love Poem for Cary Grant (the name I gave my depression) I tell my friend I think about suicide every night, the thought a pillow mint...

There is smoke. It has grown thicker over the last hour, invading my lungs and stinging my eyes. I take another hit and begin to cough....

Rosebud I felt a pinch in my palm: a rosebud sprouted from my life line. Its sepals clung together like a trembling suit of armor. I...

After 6 months of hand-wringing, my thesis adviser finally finished my draft. And guess what? It was as bad as I thought it was going to...