Striped I fell from a dock in the summer, split my hand open like a ripened fig, blood drip-dropping to ruddy the waves while I gulped...

Each year, Salem, Massachusetts, puts on “Haunted Happenings” to celebrate Halloween all October. More than 500,000 people visit the...

This year has already been so busy. Marriage. Grad School. Research Project. Promotion. And now, at last, I can put my dream on that...

This morning, after my alarm went off at half past six, I went back to sleep. Thirty extra minutes, just for me. When I woke up for real,...

With school in full swing, creative writing has taken a back seat outside class. However, readings about illness narratives have...

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...

I used to waste a lot of paper in notebooks—like, a lot of paper. Whole book butts were left blank, half a sheet of paper used, chunks...

Double Helix Breakdown She’s waiting for spiders to crawl from her fingernail ridges and ride into battle, feeling their history as they...

Creative pursuits are a practice, and you have to show up for them or they won’t show up for you. Last month, I made sure to answer a...

For the month of June, I’ve challenged myself to answer one prompt out of 642 Things To Write About. So far, so fine. Writing short form...

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...

When I moved to Boston in 2017, I wanted to be a clinical psychiatrist. After working as a therapeutic writing facilitator, I was so...

For Paul Farmer: You lived a life full of good works. Though you now rest, your work lives. Thank you. The young man who lives above the...

This is an old piece I always thought of doing something with. Looking back at it now, I’m happy to let it be. It’s been such a long time...

Going back to your Gulf Coast hometown after a long time is weird, a little uncomfortable, especially in the middle of a highly...

In the attic there lives a ghoul. His name is Frank. He is not loud. He does not take up much space. He does not eat food. If you didn’t...

In Salem, there are a lot of doors. There are a lot of doors to be seen and a lot of doors to be seen by the right pairs of eyes. Not...

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...