Category

Poem
{{{SOCIAL_NETWORK}}} Author’s note: The short piece above represents the sad fact that modern day websites are all cookie-cutter reproductions of the same social networking features. Technical explanation: The paired triple curly braces (from the mustache.js templating engine) are rendering a template variable called SOCIAL_NETWORK that consists of already prepared html.
Read More
Light pours into me, my soul, allowing me to see.
Read More
“I sat in my grandfather’s chair and heard his voice.” I sat before the sea in my grandfather’s chair and felt the knowledgeable breeze; and heard his voice. He spoke gently – each word embraced like waves to the shore – of catfish and men: Unwanted bottom-feeders thrown back in disgust; having spent all their...
Read More
The stone cold faces plague the car; a ride with corpses; emotionless. The children smile, jovially; they, too young to become jaded to the daily commute; the encounter with the dead. The laughter, the enjoyment of swinging around filthy steel; if only for a second, could this sight penetrate the angered shell that encases the...
Read More
Gangs talking about retaliation. Gangsters and the next big job. Families and the next big funeral. Widowed wives and their crack-babies – teaching hatred for colors: of skin and garments – talking about retaliation.
Read More
As I force them away, daddy don’t leave, they say. Two million of them. [embedded content]
Read More
Dollar-cost averaging (DCA) is a popular investing technique whereby you incrementally purchase more shares of the funds in your portfolio: in small amounts on a monthly or quarterly basis. The main idea is to not invest all of your money at once: avoiding big dips in the market right after your purchase. If you only invest a little...
Read More
Children: talking about children, talking about condoms, and cunnilingus. Children: strongly opinionated with no strong opinions.
Read More
Two shots wail; the bullets scream. They duck – under tables, under seats – underneath the collapse of the crowd. Two shots wail; The professor professes in prayer; pouring pigment. Seconds sear; sixty scars spread across – civilians. Two shots to the temple – double-barreled dictates – a dismal dismissal. Sons – sleep six feet...
Read More
The elderly – coughing the finest of colds: aged for tens of years.
Read More
1 2