Written Work

proseJanuary 15, 2025

Interstitial

Interstitial is a collaborative, three-channel video installation about relationship-building across the carceral divide. In this piece, Bernie and I interrogate the relational boundary lines drawn by carceral institutio…

researchJanuary 15, 2025

The Effects of Media Format on Empathy, Justice Orientations, and Prosocial Behavior

This study investigates how media format shapes viewer empathy, attitudes, and behavior in the context of documentaries about incarceration. It contributes to broader understandings of documentary media’s role in prosoci…

journalismJanuary 13, 2023

In the midst of changing landscape, Bloomington residents plan to fight back

Residents of Bloomington ride on horseback down residential streets to protest the Bloomington Business Park Specific Plan. (Photo: Sadie Scott/The Frontline Observer) Every year during Black Friday, online shoppers rush…

poetryJanuary 13, 2023

Sunday

The parliament of warblers is punishing me again and so I am pretending to sleep to punish them back.

poetryJanuary 13, 2023

The Beginning of a Story, Told by Rocks in a Stream

Man carries his son. Both carry hats: russet leather cowboy, scarlet cotton Spiderman. Spitting Horse carries them all, casting settled dust into wind. Sun sneaks up on the backs of their necks. No surprise. Empty Road d…

journalismNovember 17, 2022

Fast Track to Fulfillment

For years, I have lived in the middle of one of the country’s largest deserts. From a bird’s eye view, belts of sandy beige seem to extend into a distant horizon. But pale shimmering dunes and endless stretches of untame…

poetryOctober 24, 2022

Prodigy

Y Who knew we’d forget the sound of a schoolbell ring before the day was even done. G And my elementary school classmates stopped yelling No pictures! at parents and strangers I I woke up today and learned I’m no longer…

poetryOctober 24, 2022

Under the Fig Tree

But what of after-spring who delights in neither newness nor its crisp descent? Honey, suckled every last drop a tight-throated memory of two gaunt hummingbirds. Dry season again this year: no water, no fruit. Broad gree…

proseOctober 24, 2022

The Glass and The Stone

24 hours before I stepped foot in prison, I had just driven away from a members-only club with velvet-lined seats, a rotating collection of contemporary art, and a glass elevator. A talk had just been given by one of the…