Dead Cats, Dear Cats

I imagine my mother must have felt frightened of all of the deaths she’d have to share with us in the future, the ways she’d have to deliver the news. Our future griefs that she couldn’t protect.

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The Big Book

By the time I was seven I knew I was cursed. Lee genetics, it was explained time and again, ensured a certain spasmodic promise, but this was coupled with an alcoholism so severe that a single bottle could destroy whole lives, families—worlds, even. Booze was beyond our comprehension; it was a devil capable of anything and required a veritable exorcism to be expunged.

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When I Go On Dates, I Eat Men 

There’s a dock that stretches out over the reservoir, a straight path that doesn’t quite touch the low-hanging crater moon. It’s beautiful and eerie. I could crane up my neck and let out a lonely howl. That would freak Daniel out, I think, although I’m not the oddest one on this date.

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Thoughts of the Mad and Discarded

Thoughts of the Mad and Discarded   A leaf, cruelly shucked from its peaceful perch, spun towards the earth in a mad sort of way. Its soft green skin had distorted into a rusty shade of red, and it was stiff and full of sorrow. Whirling like frantic helicopter blades, the discarded leaf burrowed into… Read More


"Turn" Full Score  Turn is a piece about change, it's about seasons, fall, most specifically, It's about cicadas, it's about their 17-year slumber for a few days of freedom.Turn is a piece about making changes. It is inspired by dancing, by turning, running, spinning,and making small, incremental changes over time toward something better. Turn  … Read More