My friends are upset because I always want to go home for din­ner these days. My girl­friend is annoyed because lately I have been reluc­tant to eat at restau­rants. My taste buds are depressed because I do not eat candy any­more. What hap­pened to me? Where did I go wrong? Eat­ing food used to be a pas­time for me. Every­one likes... Read More »

Lit­tle tod­dler child Mis­chie­vous, and riled Into run­ning wild Neapoli­tan ice Num­ber of the blind mice More than one or two, thrice When I pon­der, I find The best things of their kind Are in threes, in my mind. Photo by Jeremy Brooks / Used with... Read More »

I stood upon the sec­ond of three grad­u­ated plat­forms, each dis­play­ing the work of a dif­fer­ent artist. Between the messy, and often graf­fi­tied, por­traits I found a face famil­iar to me. One I did not expect. It was a Fri­day evening; in the after­noon I had jour­neyed to UC Berke­ley to con­sult a cer­tain Guy Isely,... Read More »

This arti­cle was writ­ten in response to the fol­low­ing prompt: “Write about your expe­ri­ences read­ing and writing.” Here’s the thing: I’m suf­fer­ing from writer’s block. But, see, it’s not the small-scale, can’t-type-a-few-words kind of block. It’s like that chick from The Exor­cist, projectile-vomiting... Read More »