Eight Ball (draft 3)

My father taught me how to level
a pool cue across the bridge of my hand
on the table. He’d take me
to the kinds of bars open in daytime, Continue reading


The story of you is now a part of me.

We saw the graffiti, in Italian, from the back
of his motorcycle: tu storia sempre
sara parte de la mia. He pushed
the visor of his helmet up to point it out to me Continue reading


Also known as I failed at writing one blog post a day. Oops.

Also also known as, my creative drafts are due tomorrow, my critical literature paper draft is due Monday, and I’m off to New York all weekend for an Irish Studies Conference!