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Here, I have collected some of my writing for you to enjoy. Some of these will someday be comics. I plan to illustrate most of my stories eventually. Some of these were just for fun, some may yet be printed or published. Who knows what will become of them! But for now, they are here, for you.

Eddie just got back to Chicago, and something is rotten in the state of his friend group. Set in the artsy fringes of the Chicago DIY Punk scene, People Who Died follows Eddie, Teddie, Brian, Judy, and G-berg, a rag tag group of south side punks and art school dropouts trapped in the turmoil of their twenties. In a tale of friendship, brutality, and body parts, these friends are about to discover how close we all are to madness, what it means to be good, and if there’s anything they won’t do for a 40 oz and some good tunes.
When I finished college my novel, People Who Died, came out of me like a demon desperate to be exorcised. I’ve self published it online without registering it in hopes of making a more edited version, and perhaps illustrating it. Enjoy this creative vomit in its unadulterated form. It’s spooky and stinky.

A borrow pit is a hole in the ground where a construction site “borrowed” soil to build using. Often, they are found along the interstate near overpasses. Many are converted to ponds and filled with fish. I am currently making this short story into a silent comic, but enjoy the prose version here!

I wrote this essay after an exhilarating encounter with a cult meme by the name of Speelbog Stoolborg. It has brought disparate members of an internet community together in many beautiful ways. Every year we celebrate the anniversary of the best names and worst names by reconvening and memeing. I hope you find my essay on the subject heart warming and thought provoking.

A group of friends are desperate for an artist to host in their underground gallery space leading up to the Chicago Art Expo

Poems collected between the years of 2012-2016, AKA the college years.

A rubber tramp is a nomad, who often lives on the back of a motorcycle. A piece of flash fiction that is the impetus of my next novel, which may end up being a comic as well.

A while back, my family’s home burned down. This is a story about that.

In a past life, I was an autism rights advocate. It’s a woefully under-represented community of which I am a member. For a while I was a motivational speaker, and then in college I did a series of essays for Alex Plank’s online Community, Wrongplanet. The goal was to present autism and neurodiversity as a larger community deserving acceptance accommodation and representation, in the same light as the civil rights movement, feminism, and LGBTQ+, often intersecting with all of them. I don’t talk about this part of my life much as many people will only see that label once they know it, but I still care deeply about these issues, so I decided to collect my essays here.