It’s been a while. Things are different since I last found myself typing words for the purpose of publishing them here. Time passed. A whole world changed. The funny thing about time is that it can morph our interpretations of bizarre situations into ones of normalcy. Mankind’s new routine is as humdrum as before coronavirus’ […]
Tag: essay
Phone Call
You are a broken thing, patched together by your own two hands. The work is makeshift and haphazard but it’s honest. Though those pieces may not fit in perfect tandem, the way they connect to create the shape of you is lovely. Not of a straight line but of a path awkwardly traveled. Pieces fell […]
Omaha
When I was young, the thought of change scared me to death. Nightmares of moving out of my childhood home robbed me of sleep. My heart broke when friends were forced to move away. I wept tears over the transfer of our old refrigerator from the kitchen to the basement. Change was not my friend. […]
Decay
There exists a shift from feeling like you’re going to live forever to one where seconds begin slipping like water through the gaps in your fingers. Securing a grip on the time we have is an impossible feat. Yet we are good at lying to ourselves. We reassure our mortal bodies that forever is real, […]
Something Happy
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, […]
TWD: The Evolution of Fear
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 […]
Discarding the Veil: A Eulogy
I’ll admit it. I was not a cool kid growing up. Far from it.
Christmas.
I once loved this holiday. I still do, in fact. The reason for the warm feelings comes from the temporal significance the holiday season carries. Every year, like clockwork, old decorations are restored to their places, familiar treats warm our bellies, and music older than most of us fills our ears. Christmas lives off of […]
On Being Special
You look at yourself in the mirror and notice the imperfections that stare back. Some days they seem more minute. Other days show them as loud leads in a play, hollering for everyone’s attention.
Character Study: The Man With the Cardboard Cup
A day does not oft go by without an encounter between commuters and the lifeless form strewn upon the pavement just before Les Halles. Though all signs point to a life passed on into the next, the tight grip of a coffee-chain cup prevents such final assertions. He lays there, quiet. Bodies pass without acknowledging […]
