Creative Writing Shenanigans.

Poetry

Creative Writing Shenanigans.

Prose

Reach

I don't usually question things. Usually. Because usually, I'm sitting at home. Alone. With my dishwasher screaming in one room and my washing machine thundering in the other. With the sunlight blinding me and my chair binding me, I have no reason to leave my computer screen for "the great…

030

I don't want you per se. Because each and every day you come back and talk about her. No, no, I don't want you-- I want the idea of you, and all your compassion. I'd like to fashion someone else out of the likes of you. Take your honesty and bravery, leave…

Strange World

It's a strange world when darkness is merely the absence of light. With all this technology, the strangeness will not be sitting under man-made lighting, but rather sitting in actual darkness, the only natural light, unfiltered. And there will be streetlights on every street, road, and avenue in America. In…

029

If you could hold a color say aquamarine, how heavy would it be? And for how much could you buy a tangerine? Because someone with your power must own their own family tower, right? But then let's say you're color blind, and everything you knew you had to leave behind.…

028

I left you outside Paris, just outside of pari dise, just outside of the grasp on the clasp of the city of light. There was nowhere for you to go, and I did not expect you to leave, not outside France, not without a chance that you might come back…

027

I  change my name every time I go to Starbucks, the letters constantly shifting in my head, my mind twists and is in constant flux: my imagination is a nation of the undead. The green stalks from the brown below push themselves through coffee tops, reaching for something in the…

026

Because it's no soap, radio a playbill for a music show with top hat and a plaid bow on Broadway two years ago. There're two bears and a tiger, three ears and a liar, with no water in a forest fire, who were too young to retire. Snow in the Sahara desert, too-long short sleeve button…

025

But that's the whole point of the game: to lose yourself, to choose yourself, to put your own self up on the shelf; to get lost in the game, to get found in its fame, to pick yourself a whole new name; to re-do it all, to let it all…

024

It doesn't feel like Friday, my day: it feels more like lie day, cry day, can't stop, won't stop, but will try day; okay day, go outside and play day, find a church and pray day, "Be that as it may," day, pay day; planning day, too cold for fanning…

Objection

"Objection," Council whispered. "I beg your pardon?" "Objection," he said louder, his chair sliding out from under him as he stood up. "Objection, your honor." "Well, what is your objection, Council?" the Judge asked. "My objection? Well isn't it obvious, your Honor?" the Prosecution asked. "Obviously not," the Defense said,…

Dearest

Dearest Johnathan, I hope this letter finds you well. It seems as though all the letters I have sent previously had made no progress; but one must not let the angel fly far without wings. Noella's success seems to be less because of her own intelligence and more because of…

023

I hear static in my voice, in my mind. I hear static every day, all the time, I hear static, when I'm trying not to panic when I'm trying not to stress it but someone tends to press it and then I just hear static. Outside and inside, I hear…

022

It's a strange thing, isn't it, when the right things don't fit, when the things you don't understand become the things in highest demand. When you spend all day trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. Then it hits you. It's probably love, isn't it, that always…

021

If you're reading this, you've been in a coma for the past twenty years. We don't know what went wrong, but it's worse than all our fears. The doctor messed up somewhere along the line, and now your life is simply running out of time. So even though everything you…

Funeral Tissues

It never occurred to me how many tissues are kept in a funeral home. There are hundreds, perhaps thousands, always stocked and ready to be re-stocked when ever someones comes by. Funeral homes are so specific. What other place is so specific to one situation that everyone knows exactly what's…

Eye Stones

I don't know why I thought so, but it was all breathtaking. Every place I thought I already knew in my motherland was seen in a new light, a new bright light, overtaking any other memory that tried to push its way to my attention.  "We're headed to the College," they…

020

Welcome to insomnia: the book with no genre, the play with no drama, the eye with no cornea. The land of dreams that's dead at the seems. It's strange to live inside, because in a way, to hide, is to be what you are inside. Left to your own devices,…

White

White was too pure for me, even then. I couldn't handle it. I couldn't take the fact that if something- anything- touched the wall, then it was ruined. The whole thing. Because you can't paint over a white wall. The spot you paint over, if you do, will look newer. Whiter.…

Before Limbo

It's the climb that I wait for. The climb, the anticipation, the buildup and the suspense- because the second it all snaps and you're caught in limbo, the "no g-zone", the free-fall, that's where the food comes back up. That's where, time and time again, the regret of two hot…

019

"Say cheese," she said, even though she knew I wouldn't. "Smile, for me," she urged, even though she knew I couldn't. There's something mysterious about photos in a forest because if you're lost among the trees, you can't be a tourist because those drones stay in the cities, among money…