Essays & Poems

A Letter to My Father Tomorrow is Veterans Day. You always called me on that day. Which is funny to me because you served, too. I think it was an excuse to hear my voice. I remember a call you made to me on September 11th. Yes, THAT September 11th. I was not prepared for […]

It’s a Sunday in Paris. I have been here a little over two years now. I sometimes remember how surprised and impressed you were that I wanted to move here after Jen died. You, more than anyone, seemed to understand that I was adrift and needed something, anything, to steer by. And Paris seemed like […]

Oh my god, do not piss of the Germans! That’s what I learned yesterday when I posted on threads what I thought was a harmless quip about the sound of the language. One of my favorite things is hearing little kids speaking French. It is absolutely adorable. Yesterday on the 9 line I was next […]

It’s a strange thing to see people satisfied with themselves for protesting on a Saturday after months of planning. Don’t get me wrong, there was some good that came from the No Kings protest; like running on a treadmill instead of outside – at least you burn the calories even if you’re never really going […]

Once upon a time I did stand-up comedy. Yes really. Sometimes I was even funny. I was incredibly comfortable because I had done a ton of stage acting and, as a child, had the temerity to walk right up to a director and announce that I would like “to do that.” THAT being acting. In […]

I’ve been thinking about this since I got your message on my birthday. I love you, cuz, but I love the distance between us. I don’t know why you decided a shit father, rapist, racist, business cheating, draft dodging cunt was the type of man you wanted to hitch your wagon to, but you do […]

It’s an unsurprising thing in today’s United States that marginalized groups are losing rights they thought they were done having to fight for. That’s what they do though, innit? They attack the weakest group, the trans community, wait for the reaction, when there is none they move onto the next group. Rinse, lather, repeat. And […]

It’s still a working title. I wrote a kid’s book last month about the Mexica god Nanahuatzin who would go on to become the Fifth Sun. I wanted to create a series of books for kids that tell the story of the old gods of the Mexica – my ancestors. I wanted to tell the […]

Since the election I catch myself randomly thinking of Ernst Röhm. He was the leader of the SA – the Brown Shirts – before the war. These were the assholes who went around beating the shit out of opposition party leaders and striking fear into voters. Real classy motherfuckers. He was also a Nazi before […]