1993-2024: a poem

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”

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”

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”

Random Rush: a poem

Thank God I’ve never been diagnosedWith that weird bipolar thingCourse I behave the same as mostEveryone gets that fuzzy feelingOn the top of their brainWhen they’re feeling goodCan’t even remember painAnd even if I could,I don’t think I’d stopListenin’ to those same old groovesClassic rock, funk, and popYou know I still got the movesSome ofContinue reading “Random Rush: a poem”

Whatever Time It Is: a poem

I’m exhaustedI’m comfortableI’m free from aches and pains The air is coolThe room is darkThe bed is cozy Yet Sleep eludes meHiding in some crack in the wallLike the pest it always is

Nature Walk: a poem

Walking through the woods, mushrooms a-plentyGathered in my bag, fifteen or twentyBreathing in the air, windy and crispyPushes at my hair, slightly too wispyRemnants of the storm, ripped up and scatteredFallen trees despair, beaten and battered