and I don’t think he liked me so much — Success. It feels so far, far away. Like maybe it all happened in a dream or a movie. But not a movie that I wrote and starred in. Just one I happen to have watched, on a loop, for several years. God, I miss that movie. I used to have my own TV show A nationally syndicated dating game…

A Zeny Memory I am 16 years old, the youngest person in an adult theatre troupe in Hollywood on Santa Monica Blvd on theatre row where I witness a stabbing at the liquor store next to the theatre. Where I was once sold a bag of shelled sunflower seeds with…

stream of consciousness writing exercise Why did I just sign up for a class? I hate classes. I hate groups, teachers can be such know-it-alls… That’s why I left school early and emancipated myself. God, I hate classes. No, no, that’s a terrible thing to say, I don’t hate anything. Hate is such a big word. But big words don’t scare me…

magical realism memoir — the truth can be trippy in my favorite bar day drinking at 16 with my favorite booze-houndin grown-ups June is her name she lives in Hollywood on June Street I ask her if she did that on purpose- June on June she says she don’t do nothin’ on purpose- ever …

A childhood memory When I was a kid, there was this brick wall that separated my backyard from an alley where there was a mini-mall. This was a great shortcut on my way to school. There was a Nora’s Nails, Solar Sun Tanning, a sushi place and a romantic little restaurant — French, Italian, I’m not sure, called Truly Yours. Walking all the way around the wall would have taken longer, obviously…

one time, in the dentist's office… Sitting here in this hot and cramped dentist’s office, mindlessly flipping through People magazine, flipping through — gossip is boring. flipping through- I don’t care who wore it best. flipping through — oh, I like that lipstick color. I must buy it! there’s a game I used to play with my mom when I was a kid. whenever…

at least I got a poem out of it — I usually don’t write about what I write. I’m not big on notes, disclaimers, explanations and the like. But for this one, I think it’s important. Maybe it can help someone. Trigger warning: I’m going to talk about domestic abuse. National Domestic Violence Hotline 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year, the National Domestic Violence Hotline provides essential tools and…www.thehotline.org

A memory, a poem, a goodbye — Our first conversation was me telling you that you are an idiot for not wearing a helmet when you ride. I won’t sign your petition. We become friends anyway. I marry the bartender from the improv, and you tell me that I’m too young to marry. You’re right. …

Prose, Poetry, Proetry, a Proem — Pink and confusing Daggers of Ruby Red We’re sitting on a park bench in Gabicce so she said it in Italian, “E normale essere così stanca?” I could answer that I don’t understand But I do It’s a point of pride for me I DO understand the history of what insomnia melts It only took 14 years…