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!