Mitchell

Mitchell

San Francisco
Writer of fiction, non-fiction, and poetry to try to synthesize current events and culture into narrative storytelling.
14
Dec
IS IT OK IF WE DISCUSS YOUR SISTER?

IS IT OK IF WE DISCUSS YOUR SISTER?

A short story
20 min read
05
Dec
A Visit

A Visit

A Short Story
6 min read
24
Nov
Surveillance.                         A Short Story.                               Part 3.

Surveillance. A Short Story. Part 3.

"Nice glasses," said a voice beside Jude. It was a voice Jude recognized. But he could not place
14 min read
16
Nov
Surveillance.                         A Short Story.                               Part 2.

Surveillance. A Short Story. Part 2.

Verse tasked Jude with meeting M at a downtown bar called "Eudaimonia." It was located in a part
7 min read
09
Nov
Surveillance.                         A Short Story.                               Part 1.

Surveillance. A Short Story. Part 1.

The three worst feelings in the world: shame, regret, and the desperation of no way back. Linear time, by its
7 min read
12
Oct
Thoughts on Benioff’s “Musk Moment” and Why He’s a Civically and Intellectually Lazy, Hypocritical Piece of Shit

Thoughts on Benioff’s “Musk Moment” and Why He’s a Civically and Intellectually Lazy, Hypocritical Piece of Shit

Mark Benioff, co-founder and CEO of Salesforce – the cloud-based, AI-powered CRM giant with more than 1,400 federal contracts – has
6 min read
06
Oct
All We Gave Up, All We Have Left (or Back to Paradise)

All We Gave Up, All We Have Left (or Back to Paradise)

short story ( part 1 )
7 min read
22
Sep
"Nowhere and Somewhere," a short story

"Nowhere and Somewhere," a short story

Took a bit of a break from getting stories out. General work and leaning back into sobriety...along with amount
5 min read
21
Aug
"The Promyshlenniki," a short story

"The Promyshlenniki," a short story

Hellooo everyone. Long time no post but I had a BRUTAL week last week at work and I'm
14 min read
07
Aug
"Full Circle," a poem

"Full Circle," a poem

There is a name written in this scratched snow-blown pint glass confronting me. It reads: false contrition. And with my
1 min read