UPDATE: If you’re reading this, know that I’m a good millennial and made the leap to, well, I better not say. Still, may I recommend where you can continue to find my indisputably personal and mysteriously appealing writing?? Baggage: The World’s #1 Tote Bag Review Newsletter Read, subscribe, and continue…

UPDATE: If you’re reading this, know that I’m a good millennial and made the leap to, well, I better not say. Still, may I recommend where you can continue to find my indisputably personal and mysteriously appealing writing?? Baggage: The World’s #1 Tote Bag Review Newsletter Read, subscribe, and continue…

I met Kevin Barry in the fall of 2015. He’s an author and not exactly a recluse; certifiably Google-able. His personality, Irish, is warm, disarming, steeled. The result, perhaps, of the demands of publicity tours. Though in all odds, it was probably just an Irish thing. That evening I was…

Is Medium ephemeral, transient, or a more permanent sort of anchor in the seesawing sea of content? Hope so, since, this is where I can relay this admittedly brief update. Newest York Surfing Far Rockaway in winter On the Central Park and Bronx Zoos I’m currently working on a piece…

In lieu of a curated website, which, tbh, is tbd, here’s a rundown of pieces I’ve written and edited. These all being works that I wouldn’t exactly disparage immediately if someone were to ask me about them, and with the hope that, outside of what I write here on Medium…

New York City: 10.27.16. It was raining and you could feel it through your layers, the wet finding its way through so-called imperables, seeping up and under until your bones felt a chill. So let’s say that’s why the rain is for poets what hamburgers are for certain American filmmakers…

Who cares if it’s called “Breathing Light?” We have about an hour before dinner and I’ve never been here before. Mom decides to forgo the galleries and, instead, get an iced tea and chill in the shade. She’s been driving my brother and I around Los Angeles all day: Up to Runyon Canyon, down to the thrift…

New York City: 10.19.16. I read that piece on Greenland too. Not Eliot Weinberger but Elizabeth Kolbert. Or was he Iceland’s valise and she Greenland’s dispatcher? Basically, it’s melting. And what’s good for the Greenlanders is, at least in the short term, bad for everyone else. Now and forever. It’s…

New York City: 10.14.16. The sun had not yet made it to the ravine of Broadway stretching north of Union Square. Looking left and right, passersby could see it flooding 5th and Park, and presumably, the avenues beyond, but here, people lingered on certain street corners, or moved sanguinely, standing…