To Jake, On His Graduation DayI have had the honor of being your brother for the last eighteen years and, if I can have a moment of selfishness, I would like to believe…May 30, 20221May 30, 20221
Forgotten Iowa: A Brief RetrospectiveI think my fascination with this kind of architecture is the kind of imagery it elicits in my head. I almost instinctively think about kids…May 23, 2022May 23, 2022
Being An Artist In Trump America.To people telling me I will lose business over my posts regarding Nazism and white supremacy:Mar 1, 20211Mar 1, 20211
The Barista And The Brother And The Bottom Line“Large iced latte, no flavoring, please.” I said. “That will be $5.54.” She replied.Dec 1, 2020Dec 1, 2020
Coitus With The EternalIt was the tail end of summer when everything gets inexplicably sad. The trees wilt like old people preparing for death, the sun is…Nov 26, 20201Nov 26, 20201
“I always thought you were a faggot.”For my entire adult life…wait, no. Not even just my adult life. Even as a young kid when some of the older members of my family were…Nov 13, 2020Nov 13, 2020
WRITING MY WRONGS: 02 — Hello, Whiskey.It only took the first drink for the old devils to creep back in through the dead cells on my tongue. I could feel the ghosts of youthful…Oct 21, 2020Oct 21, 2020
WRITING MY WRONGS: 01 — Humbleish BeginningsMonogamy was never going to work for me. I knew it from the moment I fell in love for the very first time and I knew it every subsequent…Oct 20, 2020Oct 20, 2020
I Am Not The Man I Used To BeFull disclosure: I write this about two bottles deep in booze.Jul 21, 20201Jul 21, 20201
