First, I want to say: I am a white person and I’m not writing this for the benefit of informing anyone with lived experience as a person of color, or to center my own experience, but to specifically talk to white people who are in my sphere of communication who…

There’s something Sony Music Entertainment and NBC-Universal and The Hearst Organization don’t want you to know. It’s an open secret that anybody who has ever been on a subway or owned a camera already knows. Artists will do it for free. After the cost of the instrument is sunk, a…

I love airports. The familiarity of strangeness. The soothing call of a flight attendant. The secret peek into the weird habits of families and the social deception of privacy that we all agree to create while seated mere inches from strangers. I love trains, too. Seeing the landscape swirl by…

Anger is not one of my primary responses to tragedy, loss, and injustice. In the current pandemic, I’ve cycled through my normal states of anxiety and sadness, but this time, the overwhelming emotion that is destroying my sleep cycles and taking over my thought life is RAGE. Generally, I feel…

People: We get in way too many stupid, selfish, semantic, angry, ranting fights with each other. It’s ridiculous. It distracts us from doing real things out there! Okay, with that out of the way, I’m going to talk about a recent stupid, selfish, angry fight that I got into. I’m…

“Let’s spend a few minutes in silence to set an intention.” A prayer, sent out in faith, a spiritual communique. We broke off pieces, and distributed them amongst ourselves. Eating first, then drinking. Together in silence. On a bench, overlooking a lake, surrounded by trees and birdsong, we ate our…

In 2006, I moved to a property with two large houses, built in the 1930s and last renovated in the 70s, at the bottom of a hillside in East Los Angeles. It had three kitchens, two living rooms, and thirteen artists across eight bedrooms. …

My latest piece to be rejected from a literary journal, so I’ll publish it here. Her exhale vaporizes in frigid air, a cloudy breath disappearing into the gaseous, blue-fire brood of midnight’s shimmering universe. Inside her: a thick, soft, living blanket, drowning out the thundering heartbeats, zipped tight, sealed securely…

“… there is not one single human being who does not despair a little” — Whether one celebrates Christmas to remember the birth of Christ, or the winter Solstice as a time to reflect over the passing year and plan for the next one, or in the rather more generic “Holidays” simply to ignite nostalgic family sentiment, December is a time to practice ritualistic tradition…