Nite Dove is a sketch-com show I made.
Nothing comes without sacrifice, we are told. It’s hard to be an artist of any type, let alone a goddamn writer. Writing, according to Hunter S. Thompson, is “the flip […]
I regarded my father from across the table – his moist, soft eyes deep-set among the folds of skin dripping from his high forehead. I had watched his eyes retreat […]
He wears his name on his chest So you won’t forget it — Or so you can pretend To know him already. He is always composing something: Emails, text messages, […]
Hello fearless readers, and welcome to the unimaginable future of tomorrow!! I apologize for the hyperbole in that last sentence. The truth is, I love New Year’s like some kind […]
Some mumbling number of years ago, I emerged bloody and (I am told) remarkably blissful from my mother’s womb. The legend goes that I was born with a smile on […]
In a few short days, I’ll be celebrating my one year anniversary in New York. Yes, 360-odd days ago Esra and I were frantically unloading all the crap in our […]