Essays

My version of Crosby, Stills & Nash’s Southern Cross will make you run away. Twice.

Originally appeared on The Haven

Some see trash, some see magic. That’s New York.

Originally appeared on The Belladonna

Happy March of Robots 2024 to all who celebrate.

Originally appeared on Medium

A small comic for every hour I was awake.

You know that field you cross on your way to somewhere else? Yeah. My spooky tale for 24 Hour Comics Day 2023.

A once-a-year and, probably, once-in-a-lifetime feat of drawing one’s day, hour by hour.

A tale of being cozy inside while Labradors roam OUT THERE.

Be careful who you f*ck with on a beautiful spring day in the East Village. A creepy tale for October.

When you’re gay married, no one person does the “dirty work.” I catch and release the spiders. I don’t do crawl spaces.

Twenty-four bad haiku about our very best friends.

Available as a book on Etsy

A starling got into the house. Spoiler alert, she didn’t poop on “Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me.”

You too will stare at the hydrangeas.

Need a healthy way to not eat all of a snack? Buy only items that are medium delicious.

Originally appeared on The New Yorker, Daily Shouts

Our neighbor, a music teacher, moved away and left a piano on the curb. You won’t believe what happens next.

Reopening America, one alien cocktail at a time.

Originally appeared on The Belladonna

Protests in Flatbush, Brooklyn, May 30, 2020

Referenced in GEN

Losing our north star of security, but surviving zero gravity in the first few months of COVID in Brooklyn, NY.

In New York City, the bodega ATM is already your bank. In 2025, they become that guy in the coffee shop.

Originally published on The Rumpus

Beetles, brooms, and moving back home to see how my mom was doing at 80.

Originally appeared on Hobart Pulp

Thank goodness for flavor packets.

Realizing how queer I look in front of this electric billboard, but not minding one bit.

Originally published on Spiralbound