Now I was born on an August Saturday morn’ in 1993The doctor who delivered me, funnily enough,was named John Kennedy, that must be toughSharing that name with that man I was over ten pounds at my birth,made crying sounds my first day on EarthMy older brother, who was learning to spell,called me “P-I-G”The insult fellContinue reading “1993-2024: a poem”
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To-do List: a poem
My poor, old to-do list,How burdened you must feelSuch lofty expectationsSolve every aspect of life itselfI should be less demandingOh! I’ll put that on tomorrow’s list!
Wandering: a poem
Nine billion people wand’ring aroundSearching for answers that can’t be foundDoes it ever start to make any sense?Should we just throw away the whole pretense? Nine million species throughout the biosphereYet only one questioning why it’s hereDid something go wrong?
Why is it all so stupid?
In 1949, George Orwell released a book called Nineteen Eighty-Four, sometimes published as 1984. It is widely regarded as the greatest dystopian novel ever written, and it’s so commonly read and known that people can just say ‘1984,’ and it’s understood that they’re talking about dystopia. “Orwellian” is also used to describe dystopian things inContinue reading “Why is it all so stupid?”
A Dog and Its Vomit: a short story
Jack placed the pen down on the desk and started his day. Sunlight poked through the window as he opened the refrigerator. He pulled out the carton and cracked two eggs into a small bowl. He yawned and beat the yolks. His hands moved without much thought. Oil in the pan, little butter, eggs inContinue reading “A Dog and Its Vomit: a short story”
Final Pages: a poem
Taking shelter at the bus stopBitter rain pouring downStreaking glass Pull the novel from my backpackReading final pagesMinutes pass Characters say their last goodbyesFallen brothers buriedHeartbreak stirs Story finished, and so am IBus arrives, pay my fareEngine purrs
Personas: a poem
This is my secret inventionNot sure why I mentionBut I made it special for you This is my top secret meetingCan’t believe I’m concedingDiscussions of characters lost This is my hidden agendumYou really oughtta commend ’emFor following through on the plan This is my mystery trainingI’ll walk around while it’s rainingSelling my words for aContinue reading “Personas: a poem”
Four Swedes: a poem
Boy, oh boy,Could those four Swedes playChords, beats, and words of pure euphoria AgainAgainAgain Now I myself have never wanted a man,Before or after midnight,But during those 4 minutes, 51 seconds,Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
Sometimes You Fuck Up, But Does That Make You a Fuck-Up?
Sometimes you fuck up. I do it, you do it, we’ve all done it. My boy St. Paul knew it when he said “for all have sinned…” The great Hannah Montana knew it when she said, “Everybody makes mistakes. Everybody has those days.” Nobody’s perfect, you know? To me there’s two kinds of fucking up.Continue reading “Sometimes You Fuck Up, But Does That Make You a Fuck-Up?”
The Leap: a short story
The Leap or: Propelling the Digital HQ into the Synergized and Optimized World of Future Commerce Solutions and Customer Success: Story of a Regional Executive Assistant Marketing Manager of Brand Development Ambassador Associates Nolan reached into his cupboard to retrieve a box of cereal. The box featured a cartoon tiger who claimed that the flakesContinue reading “The Leap: a short story”
Lefty Forrester 