You think I’m a sick puppy?

five months not speaking twenty generations of fruit flies

I’d put faith in our bodies—four tall boys to one small girl—to keep time.

Every day there’d be new content of me scaring the bejeebies out of her in unexpected places.

On acts of resistance.

Sonic remedies for anxiety.

He's a good man, Savannah.

That unknown, unquantifiable thing.

New year, new mixtapes.

Happy holidays, kids.

If you want to be a better writer, read more.

New experiment on Fives and Favs.

New experiment on Fives and Favs.

On self-discipline.

She, too, understood how loud silence could be.

i am only detail-oriented in pursuit of ruining myself

They fight over the joke. Not the music.

It’s a drinking song, you reply, which is the honest-to-God, massaged truth.

Get back out there. Pull the ghosts from the 8-track.

Damn man stop interrupting me I’m trying to tell a story here!