Writing
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Half-Hour Comedy
Meet Your Makers
When a skeptic Omnist dies she joins the afterlife only to learn that she must eliminate every religious leader in existence in order to prevent the apocalypse.
Timeax
Orgasms that makes you travel through time? It's a trip for this sexagenarian. Will she ever get home? Or want to?
Timeax advanced as a Semifinalist Winner of the 2024 ScreenCraft Virtual Pitch Competition.
People with Abilities
AyeMe was your regular tethered white-collar criminal until she thinks of a new trick: scamming disability benefits. Then a police car runs her over, she's diagnosed with paraplegia, and needs the benefits for real. Will she be able to adapt to her disabled body in an ableist society, or slip back into her old ways?
One-Hour Drama
Utopiatarianism
When two children escape a post-apocalyptic American ravaged by war, they must decide if they'll assimilate for a spot on a utopian island. All they have to do is take a secret pill for the rest of their lives of course. It has something to do with their reproductive health is all.
Feature
Z.O.A
Three souls. Two dead bodies. One host. Zero chances of escape.
Token Fat Dancer
Courtney just wants to keep the doors open to her Missouri-based dance studio. So when a famous L.A. singer wants to use her as a backup dancer for a new music video she's all in. Then the fatphobic comments pile in and Courtney becomes an overnight sensation in body positivity politics. Courtney starts to enjoy the spotlight but will she be willing to fight for her values or decide to leave them all behind to extend her 15 minutes of fame?
Short Film
Cut
A hairdresser has to find a way to keep her salon afloat after a robot stylist opens up shop across the street. Heads will roll and there will be blood, because wouldn't you do anything to keep your small business alive?
Breakout Rooms
What can be worse than a Zoom call? A Zoom call with a killer as the host! Can the sign language interpreter save the meeting in time before a permanent disconnection?
Spec
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia “The Gang Decides to Kill Themselves”
No more Charlie Work. No more Giant Bird. No more Golden God. No more Pussy Fingers. No more Froggy. This is it jabronis.
Barry “When Barry Gave Sally Cold Feet”
Barry and Sally were sitting in a tree. Barry wants marriage and Sally wants space. And how does NoHo Hank and Fuches end up at a strip club? It goes there in this episode.
Sketch Comedy
Open Mic Night (SNL Style)
A group of friends are excited when they finally convince their shy friend to try stand-up. That is until the material starts to lean heavily into premeditation.
Stageplay
Terminal Euphemisms
A girl meets three angels while staying in the mental health ward. Can any of them save her? And why aren't the angels in heaven?
Chat Hack
A boy and a girl meet on the internet. Surely they have good intentions.
Family Appointment
A woman returns to the fertility clinic her mother used for her conception for a consultation.
Short Story
Nude
When the U.S. government mandates that everyone over the age of 18 must get a fully nude photo ID a woman with Hypermobile Ehlers Danlos Syndrome has to discover how differently the world will treat her once her second disability becomes public.
Nude was published as a novella in January 2025 for the literary magazine Knee Brace Press.
Yo·U·pdate
Where cybergenetics and eco-activists fight for national spotlight, Yo·U·pdate explores the prophetic sci-fi genre that insists that after the takeover of cyborg entities the only threat left to nature will be leftover humans.
AgePlay
All the world's really is a stage. In this dystopia there are the Playwrights who write the scripts and the Protagonists who are programmed to follow them. Except Lillian is pretty sick of it and is willing to do whatever it takes to get control of her own life. Will she get to before the curtains fall?
Faux-Collar Crime
A first person plural micro fiction piece about what happens when you make the fuck around and find out graph your scripture.
Faux-Collar Crime was published in December 2024 for the Medium publication Flashes of Fiction.
Poetry
a missourian girl
A Missourian girl does not have sex
It looks too aggressive
She’s waited this long
Is her mindset regressive?
A Missourian girl does not have sex
She stopped her pap smear, teary-eyed, halfway through
The doctor said she’ll wait until the Missourian girl has sex
Doctor’s orders. Does she have to?
A Missourian girl does not have sex
Could throw her into an episode, and add another constant financial investment
Birth control messes with hormones and weakens prescriptions
And she could still end up pregnant?
A Missourian girl does not have sex
She considers a hysterectomy, though it costs four times more than a vasectomy
They don’t consider women until they’re mothers
She is not easily deserving of such clemency.
A Missourian girl does not have sex
But might have it whether she likes it or not, god forbid
There’s a 1 in 5 chance. The lottery doles out more losers than winners
The system wouldn’t work unless it did.
A Missourian girl does not have sex
But life could still lead her to pregnancy
Roe V. Wade died
Actions out of state could turn into a felony.
A Missourian girl does not have sex
There’s too much to fear
And if she ever did
She would be too afraid to still live here.
ābati
I try to not think of your culture in terms of its injeria
that is temporarily soft, meant to be torn into pieces
and leave an aftertaste
I crave more but there are not enough international stores
to appease, my hunger dulls
I eat white bread instead
There is, no language class for me to take to speak your tongue
So I shall not eat of it.
flyaway
Air of screams, laughs, and chants drift by pieces
of flyaway hair as we strain
to listen. Foot in front of foot on the fallen log beside
the gravel road that is rarely used.
My cat walks with me and her ears twitch to
one denomination.
I don’t turn my head to stare at the building or the
few cars.
Weekdays is for resting on their back porch and watch the trees
watch us. Their underground shed for paws to run on
claws in. Never meeting gravel to gravel or say word
to tongues.
Eye to exterior and allow the structure to be sentient.
Sun from leaves from looking up not thinking big.
Air of screams, laughs, and chants drift by pieces
of flyaway hair as we strain.
flyaway was published in the print edition of the 2015 March Issue of TeenInk Magazine.
if there was an empty pond
If there was an empty pond
they’d throw a stick in it
a clear sky
they’d fill with a firework
a plain landscape
would be unearthed for their dead body
even on the side of the road
where there is no sound
it would be pierced with their scream
because nothing has value in itself
unless he inserts himself into it
everything is his backdrop
the heels beneath his shoes
and though no one asks
and he never asks for permission
he inserts himself anyway
until everything around
is defined by him
and him alone
walk with them
Intelligence asserts it is the controller of their own universe
while being clothed with a smug smile
noticing that they are speaking aloud with no audience
Ignorance struts with its many companions
coated with purplish-blue stitches and scars
constantly turning back to see where it once was
Freedom lingers in the air to fill their nostrils
dressed invisible from head to toe
whispering in their heads, “You have the choice.”
Serenity laughs loud enough to be heard by all
arrayed with a look of longing
waiting for someone to believe in its existence
walk with them won 1st place at the 2017 Missouri Writers Guild Poetry Contest.
fire and fight
Anger was the fire
Bitterness was the fuel
and from what I've tasted of desire
that always made me a fool,
Patience was the answer
My door without a key
I'd hold those who favor fire
A Hell that never sleeps,
Anguish was the ending
Tears forced out of my head
but if I had to perish twice
I'd be a book that's never read,
Indignation was a waste
So many love their vice
and I think I know enough hate
to see it always suffice
third person omniscient
I want to write,
and have it be read
I want to speak,
and other know what I said
If I’m gonna write, I’ll need some more lead.
She wants to sing,
and people get her sought
She wants to be,
what no man had bought
If I’m gonna sleep, I’ll need a cot.
He wants to rule,
things we yet know
He wants to first step,
in freshly fallen snow
If I’m gonna eat, I’ll have to go.
We want a light
that shines for all,
to make so radiant
in case of a fall
If I’m gonna hide, I’ll need a wall.
You want a reason
To understand that truth,
It does not have to be immediate
depending on your youth
If I’m gonna sit, I’ll need a booth.
I want to give
what has not been sent,
I want to live
and not pay a cent
To see the world in third person omniscient.
third person omniscient was published in the 2014 Monett High School Yearbook.
a family headshot
One of your cousins found this photo in her collection
You don’t have any collections of yourself
Especially when you were younger because then you must remember you were
younger and the saturation is of
a yellow hue almost fading into an
orange
You send me the photo by taking a photo of the photo
and sending it via text
but there doesn’t seem to be any cropping done on this one
It is a family gathering when you were six or maybe ten
I’m not good at ages
And the lens is that there is no lens as everyone is looking in different directions
Except you
You and your sister and your uncle who is sitting in a folded chair
Are looking at me amidst the chaos of everyone else looking everywhere else
I blow up the photo on my laptop and it is the same
You three stand out
But my eyes are fixed to the sister with her arms wrapped around your mother
A grandmother I wish to see more of
more photos of
Then you remind me that the uncle is dead
And so is your other uncle who is resting on one knee
And for some reason I still fixate on all of the aunts who are still alive
Looking in different directions
And wonder if they have their own photos
That only they are a part of.
something's gotta give
What has been, must be let go
this is what the world now knows
never keep, never stay
Our world doesn’t work that way
because we know, no better.
Overcome, overtake
nothing ever feels this way
closing walls, phoning calls
If only someone would answer
because we know, no better.
What we see, it what we become
that is the easiest part
always change, rearrange
The past from the beginning
because we know, know better.
Yet what we know, is not enough
for there is so much more
if only we could open up
The closed and locked up doors, but
Still we are no, no better.
something’s gotta give was published in the 2015 Poetry Collection Eloquence.
Journalism
“When Alternative History Becomes a Reality” in The Hollywood Assistant October 2024 Issue
Humor Writing
“How I Got All 14 Types of Attraction with my Office Supplies” in
The Haven November 2024 Issue
Essays