Hi, I’m Zach

In Grade 5 I had an assignment to write a book about the rockstar lifestyle. It was so good that when my mom read it she thought I was guilty of plagiarism. I wasn’t and my mom believed from that day on in my talent. Words are where I find magic. I have a BA in creative writing, am a poet, am a poet laureate and am now focusing my talent and passion on screenwriting. Specifically short format comedy. Here is a glimpse into my creativity.


Wins

Always Gala ready!

BA Drama and Creative Writing, U of A

NYU Tisch, screenwriting

UCLA, screenwriting

National Film and Television School, screenwriting

Featured in British Vogue, Vogue Italia, Teen Vogue


THE WORK

The Zookeeper

A Short Story

“I think it’s important to have at least one friend who is a moron, that way you can make sure your reality is the correct one.”

 

A SERIES OF POEMS

WHITNEY HOUSTON

Whitney Houston drew us

into a wildfire,

So you could arrive at yourself.

Spellbound crown of lilacs—

When night comes,

so does the bed of moss.

I’m the tuning fork,

The pitch to replicate, in this forest night,

The light-speed, hyper-speed,

The bridge, music turning over like nature, like the earth

Of a vast unknowing.

Stir the low embers of this dream.

What layers of clothes can you remove

For this part of the journey?

Night comes strong, all hues elusive like you,

Split me, orchestrate me, it’s all just us passing eternity by,

Your invocation, celestial counterpoint.

In the Orchard

Our bodies dream together,

The treat of your ecstasy,

What words feed you?

Whatever you need,

It’s your understanding.

The unguarded lightening,

The burning comet,

The heatwave,

Holds you perfectly in my arms.

What did I know of angels,

Hungry, scratching at your door?

How lucky am I to fall into your lap,

To answer the unheard call,

The sweet flash,

We are just the kiss,

The cosmic light,

That plays like an old chord,

A chord that aches gentleness

In the orchard of our love.

Paws of a Tiger

The gentle aching of my fingers

Bends towards your truth;

A pomegranate seed holds an orchard

Behind the mist,

In front of us,

The paws of a tiger

That we've come to know,

What no one else sees,

The flash of radiance

that drips from your eyes,

We're hungry together, quick together,

A silent song dreams between us,

a prologue to whatever your heart wants,

whatever you need,

it holds us perfectly.

 
 
 
 

Half Hour Comedy Pilots available upon request. In the meantime, enjoy the poetry!

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