Essay

Creative nonfiction, personal essay, lyric essay, travel writing, literary journalism, etc.

Jesus Christ Super Scar

Joanna slowly collapsed. I caught her and lowered her to the floor, stood back up and watched her writhe, sob, and frantically babble words I didn’t understand.

Island Time

We listen. With the winds coming across, it feels like we’re on an island. A scrabbled, patchy isle in rough seas.

Jack’s Chair

There’s something haunting about the chair. It commands the back room of the small cottage on Clouser Avenue in Orlando like some sort of derelict general...

A Tip

I earned an extra quarter tip once as a carhop at the Whataburger in Tampa, Florida, because I wasn’t wearing a bra...