Attention Span Therapy

Recovering from the traumatic brain injury of social media

I’m out of ideas, he said, October 27, 2023
A stray, blue balloon drifts stealthily by, passing the door to my neighbor’s... September 9, 2023
An alternate present, where the timing on stoplights is driven by a platform... June 2, 2023
After the big snowfall the other day, I didn't get a chance to get outside ... February 25, 2023
Me (gesticulating wildly at the TV): What the fuck is a forensic gynecologist? December 23, 2022
That point in the night when the spooky sounds dot mp3 is superseded by my two... November 1, 2022
The sound of the metal heating up was the one thing I could never get used to. August 16, 2022
The lizard sat on the hot rock and stared out into the air. August 13, 2022
The hippies next door are making costumes. June 3, 2021
Dear Brother With Whom I Disagree On So Many Things, May 31, 2021
Deep Fakes May 6, 2021
...one of the terrible features of the pandemic was that you tried to put the... April 17, 2021
Baxter had three sisters, two of which were several years older than him. November 15, 2020
The tart but not sweet taste of the Zestar apple August 31, 2020
Epitaphs for the Digital Age August 31, 2020
Something of a feeling of normalcy today, and I fear it, because it feels like... March 30, 2020
She sat at the stop sign watching the scene of emergency vehicles clustered... November 17, 2019
Speed Runs The World October 8, 2019
The literary website read: October 8, 2019
“California will break you if you don’t watch out,” the old homeless man told... October 6, 2019