March 7, 2023
Sometimes I find it hard to walk, All the tears I hide will leak out of my eyes and onto my sheets. Every smile masks the storm beneath. Living in the aftermath, ‘Cause we are free now, we can go wherever we want. Bye-bye, I never said that to you, It's...
January 24, 2023
I'm a spinning top rotating on my head Or a chimpanzee gone completely mad I'm a whale too enormous for my bed Or a pelican, with a mouth regurgitating all I have ever said.
The story runs away, almost a separate entity from its creator. Because as much as the author intended to put in their words, there are infinitely more unintentional ideas left to be discovered.
A Letter of Advice From an Unexpected Individual
My Anonymous Correspondent, Perhaps my writing to you is a surprise. I only entreat that you pay heed to my advice with the degree of solemnity it rightfully deserves.
It was June before I realized how easy it was. Trapped within the confines of my home, I was free from the pressure of academics, of competing, of talking to people.
I’m currently sitting in the waiting room of the Gary Oppen Memorial Hospital, anxiously hoping for any news on Bobby. I was unaware of the severity of his injuries, so before driving down to the hospital, I made a risky, but necessary pit stop at Party City to grab a Yo-Yo and a party popper.
The only thing I have from home, a gift from my mother, is my crucifix. It is all I bring with me to fight this latest Saxon incursion.
There’s an odd smell in the air, rank trash on the Bridge mixed with the earthy, fresh-after rains smells and the irresistible scent of food and aromatics wafting over from the Strip. The summer night is humid and hot, the air soupy. He can hear the distant sound of music and the constant roar of traffic. There’s an overwhelming beam of light shining on him.
