Nonfiction

I trick myself into believing something’s real by putting my hands all over it.

Whenever a new wave of mortification overtakes me, I capture the current and use it to fuel gender dreams.

The evidence was slim, but I thought one day my father would appear on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries as a fugitive.

Our shadows stretched long before us in the late afternoon light, making us giants in the land.

Your confidence in the project’s promise is fading.

Your first word was “uh-oh.” You never looked back.

I have been receiving this DM my entire life.

This moment in the forest is not about the dog or my friend. It is about the pain.

If you put your body in charge it will eventually lead you directly to a Jamba Juice.

When you’re missing out, you already know.