We have passed down the bloody inheritance of a nation buried stifled gagging on hope without action, watching with apathy for the apotheosis of man, drawing nonexistent lines between darkness and light for the ones who conquer to create the world in their image and live, domesticated, docile for children defiant ignorant soporific, protesters who… Continue reading Yearn
Tag: Creative Non-Fiction
Veritas
Our entire lives are built on the muddy quicksand of illustrious assumptions that bind us together in this invisible asylum. Veritas, we have written in the wrought-iron gates of our fantasy illusions, christening our lies as the absolute truth that fits like a ball gag, pressing back against our clenched teeth and muffling our unwitting… Continue reading Veritas
When We Were Stardust
We decided it had been a month of physical time spent together over the course of eleven years. I don’t know when we learned to reach into the guts of one another, forge our way through slimy intestines and caustic stomachs trying to deconstruct the nature of ourselves, leaving tendrils of skin cells like breadcrumbs… Continue reading When We Were Stardust
Letters to the Dead
“If you ask a dead man what he’s learned from dying, he’d say give and give and give---that’s how to live.” -Lovers, “Cedar Falls” His name was Neal. In the photographs, his hair tumbles to his shoulders, a flowing mane of midnight silk framing a weathered, beautiful face: guarded eyes, nearly black, and a… Continue reading Letters to the Dead
Monomaniacism 