Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 22, 2023
Criticism does not equate to anti-Semitism.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 16, 2023
When you stop missing the dead, that’s when their life loses meaning.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 8, 2023
Israel violating international humanitarian law by using white phosphorus on citizens is a perfect example of how Israel is America’s most annoying friend. You go out, they get a bit too drunk, dump a little white phosphorus, next thing you know, they’re puking in the Uber on the way home. You just can’t take this guy anywhere.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 1, 2023
Step 1: Identify the problem. Step 2: Make a TikTok about it. Step 3: Make adjustments and manage it. Step 4: Find peace.
Sad Good Guys Wear Black
Black on black on black with a touch of gray
To communicate you’re just not in the goddamn mood today.
To announce a state of mourning.
To send a silent warning.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 24, 2023
Fear can be mastered. Loathing is destructive.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 17, 2023
If I could travel through time, I’d go back and invent a time machine sooner.
Bon Voyage, Jimmy Buffett
“Margaritaville” hit our ears in 1977 but by 1978, it was already being played to present depression and self-destruction to be as much fun as a conga line. Jimmy Buffett turned that into a billion-dollar business. Misery loves company, especially when there’s boiling shrimp, regrettable tattoos, and frozen tequila concoctions involved.
Cicada’s Swan Song
It’s a deafening sound.
The screams of passion belted out
from the bugs with the giant eyes
and wingspan of a Prius.
The Cereal Wish | Part 1 (Again)
Thank God for the dog. If not for her, my girlfriend wouldn’t let me leave the house. When the pandemic got serious, she didn’t care about toilet paper; she b-lined it for the milk. Our freezer is perfectly packed with Swedish meatballs, broccoli florets, and twenty-three gallon-size Ziplocs of milk.
A Brief Poem About a Writer Who Doesn't Write—Revisited
They say—they being creative writing professors, esteemed novelists, and hacks with wordy Instagram posts alike—that writers write. Writers who get their shit out there—not all of it, but enough of it—are the real writers. True warriors of the pen and keys.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 20, 2023
I should've been a plumber. At least then being covered in shit feels productive.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 13, 2023
The hardest part about being an adult is the same as being a kid: so often, you have to do things you just really, really don’t want to do.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 6, 2023
Life’s greatest challenge is finding the middle lane without crossing over into oncoming traffic.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 30, 2023
All hype is subject to criticism.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 23, 2023
Don’t be a quitter, be a failure.
When an Ex Reaches Out
I was contacted by an ex the other day via email. Not an ex-girlfriend. Those remain, thankfully, quiet, likely steeped in their own lives thinking of me only by accident when their children or partner annoy them.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 16, 2023
“Neurodiversity” is the new “irreconcilable differences.”
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 9, 2023
When having a conversation around socio-economic-political things, you don’t have to give historical context with every opinion you offer. It’s a conversation, not a lecture. And as a general rule of common decency, when having a conversation, don’t lecture, it makes you sound like an asshole and we won’t want to talk with you anymore.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 2, 2023
Good food is like bad relationships: it all eventually turns to shit.
...that, if taken through the lens of truck stops and gas stations throughout the Midwest, Reese’s has taken over the world.