Essay

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

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...