Regular Genius

  • May 18, 2017 Process

    Los Angeles — I’ve been awake since 5 am local time, wired to rise on eastern time yet dragged down by the lag. This reorientation of time loosens thoughts, and they shake about in my blacked-out ...

  • April 23, 2017 Seek the joy in your work

    Since July of last year, I’ve lost approximately eighty pounds, and counting. I don’t say this to brag; that I mention it at all now suggests, I hope, a purer intent, something more worthwhile and...

  • April 19, 2017 We are not yet dead

    Hope transcends despair in an anxious world, the expected fulfillment of the undefined and idealistic future, a human yearning, describes for us the approach to the daily task. Hope offers definition ...

  • November 13, 2016 A future inclusive society

    I awoke on November 9, 2016 after a fitful sleep. This should be of no surprise to anyone; after all, for the past eighteen months I had been told that a Trump presidential electoral victory would sig...

  • October 27, 2016 One of two

    What does a man think about when he is twenty-four hours away from seeing his partner whom he hasn’t seen in ten days? Well—

  • September 09, 2016 Crying in public

    Often, I see people crying on the subway, either in the train or on the platform. I always try to make eye contact, though I am rarely successful. They don't so much look away as they are always looki...

  • September 05, 2016 Self care

    The exam room's white ceiling offered up a future in disconnected constellations; the ceiling's many dots connect and form nothing, and the adhesive is cold to the touch. I wince each time the nurse a...

  • September 02, 2016 Taking pictures

    I like to populate my Instagram feed with photos framed by ennui, the blue filters chosen for effect. With equal parts vanity and boredom, I inundate viewers with quiet, compressed photos. Since readi...

  • August 19, 2016 Waiting for Frank Ocean

    Waiting for Frank Ocean, bored out of my mind as I stare at the screen, my MacBook Air, once loved, now an old thing ready to be sold, or recycle-trashed in China, I'm thinking about my body. I have a...

  • August 13, 2016 Soon, it'll be September

    Current conditions favor the ambitious with open hearts as bedeviled villains in angel clothing fall tumbling into their own rubble; these vague images flutter in my mind as the heat pounds. No end in...