Turbulent times are quick to summon anxiety, angst, fear. Like jumping from a cliff, the rush elicits a carnal reaction to the goings-on. It’s only natural to respond in such a way. My writings reflect that. I wanted to write something authentic but also positive. For as much darkness that follows me through life’s transgressions, […]
When the tv show The Walking Dead made its debut on cable tv, I was a sophomore in high school on Halloween night. A heavy advertisement campaign for the show meant I was aware of its impending premiere. My fascination with horror lent me enough intrigue with the zombie drama that I recorded it. I […]
A poem about pain.
I’ll admit it. I was not a cool kid growing up. Far from it.
What happens when you encounter something that was once only text on a webpage?
Time exists outside of our control. Its influence on us is linear, unidirectional. We are helpless to do much beyond follow it into the future. This unforgiving march means that every experience we share will one day be lost in the journey time forces upon us. To bear with such things, the self-aware must become […]
Sometimes inspiration for the most obscure forms of prose can strike you in a moment of vulnerability. In those moments, when you’re merely lying on your preferred side waiting for sleep to take you, the words reveal themselves to you against the blackness of your mind. You pull out your phone and open the app […]
The seasonal transition is felt most this time each year. As our clocks step backwards an hour, the days of eternal sun and warm breeze crawl further into memory. Soon we will forget the sensation of seeing the sun set before 6 PM. We will begin to mourn its departure ever sooner as the days […]
You wake up to a fresh morning sun. The air that hits your face when you open the window is temperate and perfect, foreshadowing the beautiful day that awaits. This fills you with dread. The sunshine and acclimate conditions mean only one thing: this wasted day will hurt far more than the ones marked with […]
When You Fall Out of Love you spend so much time building something from a few twigs. you sort them by significance to the narrative running in your mind. place them in a strategic assortment and build build build.