Diagnosis with the Crypt Keeper The first time I meet my psychiatrist, he asks if we’ve met before. This does not bode well. He asks...

Writing every day used to come easily. Once, a professor asked my class who there wrote every day. No one raised their hand but me, and...

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...

Let’s get the cliché out of the way now: It’s been a long year. Like, a really long year. As someone who is very comfortable at home, man...

A lot can be said for living with your landlord. My landlords care a lot about their property, but they also care a lot about me. That...

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,...

Something awful happened in March. Brennan and Lark—longtime housemates and very good friends—moved out of the House. This is awful for...

Lesson in Lockjaw My grandfather’s jaw is locked into the smoothness of my chin, a mechanism that helps me chew the fat at Christmas,...

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...

Continuum of Care Pen clicks mark time in a unit where no one gets to leave. This purgatory; sins never really purged, impossible. No sin...

It’s a new year, and I am reflecting on the nature of my relationship with creativity. I’m learning to fall in love with reading again in...

As so many of you may well know, there is a lot to be said about Yelp reviews. The best thing to say about them, of course, is how...

For my grandmother: Lillian Patricia Lemon Stephens Last year I ended things by asking 2020 to be gentler with all of us. I read that...

Until I was about eight, I thought my grandpa was a Spaniard. This may have had something to do with him looking a lot like Antonio...

Pat, Bailey, Wes. I am obviously the tallest person in my family. I’ve resolved to be more prolific, like the old days when writing every...

The cover art was done by our friend Elizabeth Noble. As a preamble, I want you to know that Richie Smith and I released an honest-to-god...

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...

Writing in the middle of a pandemic is hard. Everything is hard. But I assure you that I am working, or at least trying to work. This is...

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...