There’s a certain level of nihilism that a writer must achieve to be any good at the craft. I’ve reached that level of nihilism so hopefully my writing improves soon.


I was a strategist for a semester. Now I’m in my eighth trimester as a copywriter. The babies take forever to come out, but when they do, at least I get to name them.

[Student Awards]


1x Gold National

1x Best In Show

1x Judge’s Pick

1x Silver

Clio Muse

1x Gold


2x Gold

1x Silver


1x Wood Pencil

    One Club

    1x Gold

    1x Silver

    1x Bronze

    9x Shortlists

  • Lullaby
    It’s time to make another bad decision.
  • Close Enough
    I parked my car two blocks away from heaven.
  • Push
    Part of me wishes that when I beat the drum it beats me back.
  • Benched
    At the park, holding a book, scribbling down thoughts I pray the page is worthy of.
  • Lost
    Somewhere between Hialeah and Hell.
  • Ember
    Did you give something to me, or did I steal in cold blood?
  • Lightning
    What are the odds that it might strike me?
  • Little Bird
    You sacrifice flight but the sky comes along.
  • Tears
    When an angel cries, I do not cry. I love your tears too much to watch them dry.
  • Ladybug
    She’s holding on, gripping the broken black foam with just enough indifference that she doesn’t see the color at all.
  • Hallways
    My once great stride, has now become a crawl, leaving the light of the world, for four haunting walls
  • Flowers.
    I’m wasted on poor company.
  • Bookstore
    Seven in the evening, black coffee in my cup, it’s 9am somewhere, I’m just now waking up.
  • Shells
    The only proof that I have lived at all.
  • Numbers
    My life is being reduced to paychecks, rent, 22% auto gratuity.
  • Bottomless
    As if Eve pulled an orange off the tree.
  • Sunburn
    Let’s lower the exposure on life. 
  • My Cat Knew Better
    I was never able to see how bad she was for me. But my cat was.
  • Wet January
    Why is booze the first to go?
  • The Balloon Paradox
    Inflation is good for balloons and bad for happiness.
  • The Bad Mornings Club
    We don’t discriminate between texts, calls, or in-person greetings. We’re bad at all of them.
  • Weight Limit
    It cost me over $100 to bring the suitcase overseas.
  • Limping
    I half-assed a minor in philosophy. Why? My parents strongly advised me against it.
  • I drink too much
    I write too little.
  • Small Talk
    I’m older, wiser, drunker, dumber.
  • Chivalry is Dead
    And buried by every split check.
  • The Storm
    The lighthouse is gone. Now I’m just a beat-to-shit ship in the storm (hopefully the ship has devil horns).
  • A Victim of Circumstance
    Maybe I should open up my blinds and let some sunlight in. I wouldn’t sparkle, but I would get a fair tan.
  • S
    You were once the girl of my dreams, but I haven’t been sleeping well. 

“The only thing that makes you a writer is gluing your ass in a seat. Everything else is a pose”

Hank Moody, alcoholic & fictional father