I started writing, not exacly sure when. Paper notebooks, private thoughts, ideas I was sure would become something bigger someday. They mostly didn't. But I kept filling the notebooks anyway.
For years that's what it was, sporadic, unplanned, with nowhere particular to put any of it. I never felt like I belonged in literary spaces.
This space started as a Google blogspot a long time ago. It went quiet for a while. It's back now, more deliberately. The writing here is honest in the way that late-night writing tends to be - less polished, its very raw. Maybe this site is what the notebooks were always trying to become.
I write poetry, personal essays, and the kind of thoughts that don't fit in a conversation. Sometimes things get long enough to become a collection of something; so I wrapped them a new home in the form of books. You can find them here.
If you want to get in touch, the contact page is there. I read everything. I reply when I can.