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Incendiary Device

October 31, 2013 by


So you know how a couple of weeks ago when I first started thinking about the new book I said this story was really small? One character.* One drama. One POV. You remember when I said that? Turns out, I was wrong. Because there was a second character.** He’s always been there. Always been important. […]

This is What They Call “An Inciting Incident”

October 28, 2013 by



There Was No One Left to Notice When They Came For Us

October 25, 2013 by


First they put away the dealers, keep our kids safe and off the street. / Then they shooed away the bums, then they beat and bashed the queers, turned away asylum-seekers, fed us suspicions and fears. We didn’t raise our voice, we didn’t make a fuss. It’s funny there was no one left to notice […]

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

October 21, 2013 by



Running With Blood on Our Knees

October 18, 2013 by


This song is kinda more of an anthem and is really fun to run to. We are young We are strong We’re not looking for where we belong We’re not cool We are free / No bridge to burn Nowhere to turn  

Ambiguity is My Jam, But I Didn’t Mean it Like THAT…

October 17, 2013 by


I have a… problem isn’t the word, but it’s close. There’s this thing anyway with Drink Me where you can read it in a way that’s… not what I intended. I’ve been aware of it for a while now. And I don’t mind people reading it that way because honestly the idea of following that […]

This is How I Feel About Beer

October 14, 2013 by


Everybody Loves Me

October 11, 2013 by


There doesn’t seem to be an official video clip for this song so I thought you should have it sung to you by Neal Caffrey. Feels just like I don’t try Look so good i might die All I know is everybody loves me  

I Will Not Intentionally Tell the Truth

October 10, 2013 by


I don’t write about real people or real events.* But sometimes real life sneaks in anyway. In Drink Me there is a throwaway line of description halfway through. It’s a very simple sketch outline of a piece of backstory that never comes into the book. It’s one line and one of my relatives read it, […]

why things burn

October 7, 2013 by


My fire-eating career came to an end when I could no longer tell when to spit and when to swallow. Last night in Amsterdam, 1,000 tulips burned to death. I have an alibi. When I walked by your garden, your hand grenades were in bloom. You caught me playing loves me, loves me not, metal […]