I still don’t drive. At my age, that’s a bit weird—but that’s not what I’m focusing on, partially because of my own self-consciousness. What I’m focusing on, is the workarounds. Because, of course, I have them. I must have them. It would be hard to manage. Continue reading
Eyes itch and ache,
And burn and go,
I can’t see straight—
You don’t even know, Continue reading
When the internet is down,
We can’t connect,
To the infinite information,
The swirling of the net,
The cobwebs of our brains,
Blasted free digitally, Continue reading
Can you stand,
Watching that tiny circle spin?
Does it not fill your head,
With crackling? Continue reading
Over time, I’ve noticed that the universe seems to follow a few oddly consistent rules. Stuff that’s just ironic and weird and silly. Now, a lot of this is certainly just a coincidence, but it’s still something fun I wanted to explore. Ever notice how it never seems to rain on the day that you explicitly plan to have an umbrella on your person? Yeah, this is going to be one of those.
And today’s law of the universe is the “Law of Inconvenient Timing.” Continue reading
They tell me a poem must—
Have a rhythm? Continue reading
Opposites her and I,
When it comes to getting shut-eye,
I can’t seem to drift,
Off to sleep, Continue reading
Take a slice,
Isn’t that nice?
And that’s the way the carbs flow. Continue reading
I don’t think I’m old enough to be giving this advice, but Tuesday, while getting some coffee for myself at a chain store I’m not going to specify, I randomly talked to a 16-year-old who was working there. He asked me a few questions, once he learned I recently moved out, and it was a really nice conversation—dude was super respectful—and I ended up giving him some life advice.
Which made me think, hey, may as well share a longer version of what I told him. Continue reading
In its honey glaze,
Sits the end of days,
In a daze of haze,
Flaws the world razed. Continue reading
Be prepared to have your mind blown. Continue reading
Amidst the violence, when the shady deals were just being struck, and the drugs hitting streams of blood at the rate of a brain burst, he plugged in his instrument and warmed up his other physical one. The microphone crackled against his breath, and he sang a few languid notes. Continue reading
I drink a lot of coffee—too much actually, but that’s beside the point. I’ve made it a bit of a mission to try different types, and though I haven’t gone as pretentious with it as some people, I have opinions. And fellow coffee snobs are likely not going to enjoy them—but here we are. A smattering of opinions on the planet’s favorite caffeine drink. Continue reading
“That wasn’t chicken,” she said, standing behind him as he washed off the plate. The remnants of meat slid away, to be caught in the drain cover.
“Uh…what?” he said. “Then what was it?”
“I don’t know.” Continue reading
As expected, my routines took a hit. I used to lift weights; I used to have a pretty standard set of actions. But adult life makes it harder, made it harder, continues to make it difficult, the action of keeping a pattern. I’m not so much a creature of habit, and I’m certainly not one to keep to schedules, but I did have a routine to some degree. A pattern of timing that worked. And made me feel like I knew what my day might be like, or at least not feel a constant state of disrupted confusion. Continue reading