This was written at a time when I was still in the midst of foolish infatuation while coming to terms with my queerness. I am sharing it exactly as it was written because I feel it offers a startling clear glimpse into a moment of self-realization. (Note: The last line is written on the other […]
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This is a partial sequel to The Navy Blue Forest, when I was closer than ever to coming to terms with myself and my future. The result was more rage and less indifference. In the long run, this was a good thing.
Read more "Conflict of Interest"Matthew looked out at the concrete landscape with awe; giant buildings stood like dead trees in a field of dirt and rock and steel. He tried to imagine what great meaning these monstrous towers must have had to his great grandfather. Now they stood as monuments to confusion and regret and nearsightedness. He looked up […]
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Imagine you are a nineteen year old boy that has unwittingly fallen in love with another boy that you know isn’t gay, and that you have chosen to keep this love secret to avoid coming out of the closet. Where might you go to hide from your fears?
Read more "The Navy Blue Forest"Everyone knew it would come, it was just a matter of time. But that didn’t mean they prepared. Decades had passed with the same warnings, the same facts repeated over and over. But it was always somewhere else, hurricane in the gulf, the torrential rains and massive flooding in Southern Asia. All of it added up, […]
Read more "Floating Into the Horizon"The assignment was to write a poem sequence combining one greater idea. For this project, I looked at the life-spans of different things. I wrote this when I was 18 years old. I collaborated with another student to create a video for the “Tree” section of the poem. When I have retrieved it I will […]
Read more "The Meaning of Life"First we read Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens. Then, we were each given a plant or a flower from the garden. We had 30 seconds to describe the object through poetry, then a short pause, and another 30 seconds until we had “looked” at the object thirteen times. I In […]
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Republished after 13 years, I wrote this little piece when I began attending a school for the arts. I’ve edited it slightly for ease of reading, but it remains largely intact. I consider it an artifact of my past because the specific memory it describes remains as vivid today as it did in 2006. It’s also a particularly revealing snapshot into the evolution of my sarcasm. The correct emotion to read this with is: humor.
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