Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
When I ran away for the first time I hid in my closet in my bedroom with Judy Blume and a flashlight until my dad found me and brought me home. Matter seemed so solid and still then. The second time I skipped town I hopped on my red ten-speed Read more
White walls of an insomniac closing in on the cold malice of human emptiness. I sit alone and wonder- The only callous of a life lived is the constant ache, for even change isn’t constant. Many nights I have sat on my bed and emptied the wells of my being Read more
I’ll take a snapshot of this moment in time You soundly sleeping The sun peeking through the blinds Slowly opening my eyes… I dread the numbers on the clock The day has finally come My little birdy has got to fly. She listens to me We sing the same song Read more
The powerpoint was perfectly laid out; She really is a talented teacher. Too many people disregard the power Of a well spoken lecture. Too many people don’t know shit. It was on the way memory works. So get this: dopamine is released When someone is learning. Dopamine! Isn’t that the Read more
Ghost imprint in the wall holds a hand shape Small boy presses into brick and mortar to disappear Invisibly thin sucking in his air – forgets to release an exhale No noise invisible boy becomes fresh paint As he dries on the breath of someone who should not— have touched Read more
Pop! Pop! Pop! Three lives lost. A refrain as familiar to American ears as “Jingle Bells” Are we numb? Deaf? I wonder. Where is the outrage? Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Five lives lost.A mother uses her body as a shield, protecting her two-month-old baby From shards of glass screaming Read more
The prophecy is written in silver sharpie on the girls’ bathroom wall, “Jamey Jenson Class Whore ’94”. Jamey’s stomach lurches as the words sink in. She wants to puke. Instead, she pulls down her pants and sits on the toilet, wishing she could flush herself down the sewer, too. It’s Read more
This one time, Oscar Wilde removes my eyes with a silver spoon and replaces them with Dorian Gray’s eyes he declares, “If eyes are windows to the soul… then let them be fictitious may they never look old and tired.” we‘re in London of course drinking wine made from grapes Read more