His Emily - A Short Story |
His Emily
It has been two years since I graduated, and within those two years, nothing matters anymore. I hear my name, ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 01:32:00 GMT |
Light - a poem |
In the darkness of my tent:papersheet nylon wallsare no barriers amongthe compounds of night.Light is a diamond encaged in carbon peaking through.I graze the tent's top,imagining it as an abyss of a g...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 14:13:00 GMT |
Rubber Band in Half - a poem |
Rubber Band in HalfWhen a rubber band snaps in halfI question why I placed it under somuch pressure. It's useless now.The center cannot hold togetherwhen there are two separate ends.Had I played with...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 00:03:00 GMT |
Naught - a poem |
NaughtNo one told me living was trench warfare.My hair marinated in the guck and mud like spaghetti and face made up in dirt, I am becoming of this earth since birth.These eyes: canals that carried an...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 21:35:00 GMT |
My Mothers Kitchen - a poem |
my mother's kitchen is&A cornucopia of clandestine corruption.Who would have known, we bearers of fruitordained dominion over all, that this kitchenwas our unmaker instead of knowledge?I smiled every ...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 15:22:00 GMT |
Mute - a poem |
MuteDo I have anything I want to say?As if the haze of the undying sun behind smoke clouds said noneA palate of purple, sapphire, and greywith no blinking in the sulfur airit's this infernal eye unfli...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 23:16:00 GMT |
Old Story from Valley - And Guess What? Nothing’s Changed. |
Old Story from Valley - And Guess What? Nothing's Changed.Valley Don't Defer Darfur AnymoreThree years into crisis and peace talks are still in a no-fly zone.By Marco Elorreaga, Staff WriterThe crisis...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 15:41:00 GMT |
Swan Song - a poem |
Swan Song My parents filed for divorcewith fist full of hairs lie-tarnished eyes. child cries muffledunder verbose volcanoes,passion's Pompeii,in a cataclysmic cloudburying what is not ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 11:40:00 GMT |
Camera Poem - a poem |
Camera PoemI see all in a negative film.Nothing develops, no, nil. The dark room, absent of light,is where I examine my prints.All these shots look like shit.I feel I must quit tonight.I slip the...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 03:02:00 GMT |
The Cliched Allusions to Death of a Poet from Contemporary Times - A poem |
The Cliched Allusions to Death of a Poet from Contemporary Times
Death is like lightning, enough energy to send you back in time.It's a split-second and your life flashes before your eyes.It do...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 16:56:00 GMT |
