I imagine life to be a journey braved by those who walk the tightrope between ritual and revolution; pornography and poetry.

I imagine life to be a journey braved by those who walk the tightrope between ritual and revolution; pornography and poetry.
I didn’t feel particularly tired. Clicking the television shut, I fished out a cigarette and wedged the window open. The snow had begun to fall again, erasing all traces of the footprints that had marked the streets but a few moments prior. Brief thoughts came to mind but drifted away as unceremoniously as they came.…
It’s truly extraordinary how beautiful grief can be when seen through the filter of hindsight.
He was, by all accounts, a mediocre man. He got average grades, went to an average university, and had an average relationship with an unremarkable girl who lived the entirety of life on the cusp of being beautiful. They validated their marriage in a small garden to a small audience, at an event where the…
As I lay dying, the sky seems full of promise. Stars splay across a purple night, like sparkling guests drunk off conversations at an opulent dinner party. The moon however, my trusted host, lays sullen; no doubt wilting beneath the weight of what it’s witnessed. Here I am, ready to leave as I came; naked,…
Subway stations; where love catches like a cold, Uninvited, Unsuspected, Temporary.
Some days are harder than others; the drudgery of type-font against retina display screens. The blinking cursor, unforgiving like the tapping foot of an impatient teen. You pivot between fiction and fact, noun and verb, too much and too little. Characters hang about like paper dolls, seemingly of substance until proven flat. Hours pass. You…
There is a file on my computer where I write down the one-liners that pop into my head; seeds of inspirations that might one day grow into beanstalks. It has been many years, enough to pile into a significant portfolio to showcase my potential. I just hope they don’t stay that way; little thoughts like…