Minerva

This absurd anarchy prevails. When Idle, we collide. Destitute and empty And we come here to devour. To discern This excruciating Karma. It is what it is, isn't it? Just a maelstrom of Programmed obsolescence. We are utterly alone. We are wretched. I still write poetry because shit like Stinkfist exists, and I want to... Continue Reading →

A Day In The Mid-Life

“Hey guys! I’m home!” I kick off my Dr. Scholl's flats and plop onto the loveseat. If I reach for the hem of my slacks and hoist my ankle up onto my other knee, I can cross my legs. The girth of my middle is like an inner-tube as I struggle to reach it, but... Continue Reading →

When I Grow Up…

I made four years of my life count at Stony Brook University, only to find out in the end, that it didn’t. I studied, pushing myself to the limits with heavy course loads, all in hopes that I could graduate while my ailing father was still alive to see it. I worked full-time to pay... Continue Reading →

Second Act

Senescence. Conceding to circumstance. Hope nearly extinct. Exhaustion. Yet, Complacency doesn’t pave the way to fulfillment. One fragment of this trip around the sun is coming to an end. Never too late to aim higher. Don’t give up on me now.   Applause booms from every direction as I take my place. Center stage. Trembling... Continue Reading →

It’s Publication Week!

What. A. Week. Here we are on the first day of February and I can't believe how much I've already accomplished. I had two articles picked up by Sammiches and Psych Meds this week! The first you may have already read. It's called If You Eat A Tide Pod, I Will Kick Your Ass: A... Continue Reading →

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