JaJas is back and I have taken the opportunity to push myself out of the comfort zone and write some poems. Last Night at JaJas is the fruit of that labor.
Casual rambles, short stories and poetry done casually
JaJas is back and I have taken the opportunity to push myself out of the comfort zone and write some poems. Last Night at JaJas is the fruit of that labor.
I think it goes without saying that I write a lot about how I fuck up. I think that needed to end yesterday, so I’m not going to boohoo about how I meant to release the Casual Camera last Thursday and did not.
The one thing I am going to do is give you the revised schedule.
Howdy, Casual Ramblers! The Casual Camera has been postponed for Saturday; Wednesday got away from me in a good way. The good news is that I found an idea for the next short film that I am pretty happy about. I just have to find time to make it happen; likely tonight and tomorrow day. […]
I must admit something: I’ve been stuck. Stuck between the pages of my journal, writing, rewriting and then writing again poems that have been equally stuck in my head. And when I brought my head up, I realized that three weeks had passed since my last post.
Welcome to a new era of the Casual Camera! Enjoy my first short film, “A Prayer Roll” as I share three of my favorite poems from the past six months.
There’s a new short story on my Patreon! I’ve been hesitant to write about what I do on the Patreon because it felt like I would be doubling up, but the thing is you wouldn’t know about it if I didn’t!
The Portland Trail Blazers’ 2025-2026 campaign begins tomorrow, which means there’s no better time for me to talk about what I think is going to play out for the year.
I just released a new Casual Camera on the Patreon. Not only am I pleased with the result, I feel like I found a way to synthesize all of my disparate interests into one. Take a look at the preview!
The Emergency Naked Bike Ride on Sunday was probably the most fun I have had at a protest. This is my experience about it.
This poem is dedicated to a friend who agreed to accompany me on a journey to Crater Lake at the last minute. It would not have been the same without them.