There were black flies buzzing about my head, when you and I gave a slight wave of recognition. I haven't seen you in a long while. I'd really been hoping never to see you again- now that we were done with college, and upon leaving we mutually decided not remark any sort of goodbye. So it … Continue reading Zombie Ant Fungus
Give up on that 70's and 80's music , like giving up on your weekend plans. Listening to words is something not typically associated with your miscellaneous habits, of which have existed since Shaker Heights and the jumping off the water fall and the mob bombings in your hometown. Cleveland Ohio, where the suicidal men … Continue reading Thoughts On the Music My Father Used to Listen to When He Was Once My Age, or Thereabouts.
Board games on the coffee table with the dual innocence where we once were as children, but now soiled skin. There’s too much baggage in our collective bedrooms. So start anew at six and seven. Benefits of skipping the younger years, maybe fashion someone that will share in your condition. Throw open the sash after Christmas, a spring … Continue reading I Waterlogged the Electric Kettle
In some ways, I wish college and traveling abroad wasn't sold to us as such a unanimously great thing. That is not to say that I regret my choice to travel to Ireland. However, this notion that traveling abroad will be "the time of your life" is utter bullshit. I suppose it's more difficult to convey the … Continue reading Essay: News from Home