Once upon a time, an extrovert and an introvert got married Two and four years later, they had two children: A child prodigy and a child hyperbole. Neither children knew their destiny, but they continued their lives as the prodigy and hyperbole. Each staying the same yet evolving within the strict lines of prodigy and… More A Family of Opposing Forces
Since I was a sixth grader, football has confused me. Back then I pretended to care and even stayed up to watch the Redskins win the Superbowl so that I could discuss the game in detail with my friends at school. In high school, I went to football games but was secretly memorizing all the… More Friday Night Dreams
June 22nd, 2015, I drove off in a black rental Chrysler towards New England. My head rested against the headrest pulsing with that first day road tripping energy. I couldn’t wait to cross the Maryland-Delaware state line; my first state out of the area. Ed Sheeran’s “Photograph” and Wiz Kalifa’s “See You Again” looped as… More Eff the Journey, I Need a Destination!
1. Don’t worry about me breaking down, I’ll give you a fair warning with enough time to pull over, but not enough time to drive to the auto shop. 2. A little scratch or a few scratches don’t change my purpose in life. I’ll still take you to all the places you want to go.… More Ten Things My 1999 Camry Told Me:
The leaves sizzle on the wind dangling in crowds like kids on monkey bars. They twinkle in the early evening sky: stripes of green, yellow, brown. I see them for the first time, truly alive, declaring silence and stillness in breathy whispers. Masses of box-squared frames speed past; their owners vacuumed into a throbbing cacophony.… More The Premiere
Thick burgundy liquid stains the floor and it spreads like the tentacles of an octopus, bitter-sweet memories reach in every direction with my heart at the center; it lies Open– Drumming against the cherry wood Beat, beat, beating. A new song Bleeds out; it pulses Crisp Breaths of Possibility. Can you hear it knocking?
Silenced voices haunt the rooms pressing me to question myself. Abandoned and left with words and pictures from the past I crouch in the moonlight counting the seconds till morn’. Like a lone leaf, I pirouette down off the branch and tighten on the grass, pleading the sun to rise.