Unearthed

 
Typing sleepy. Wanna ponder the world. Pondering is all one can do after a few paychecks. They just soften you. Make you gay. Now you don’t even care if you’re branded a homophobic. It’s just another difference in this stained glass global population of Asians, blacks, men, transsexuals, daughters under 18, daughters over 18, the [...]

Of Poets and Basketball Players

 
“Should I tell her I love her in the poem?”
“Yes. You’ve already made the ridiculous decision of writing a poem for her, telling her about your feelings. So why stop short and not say that you love her?”
“Yeah, I realize that. But everyone says ‘I love you’ and this is not a high school kind [...]

Fantasy Genre

He got up from the chair and did some jumping jacks. The morning people stood up when he walked briskly in front of them and did the robot dance followed by a slick moonwalk. His boss, cussing, ran outside his office when he stood on his table and did a tapdance, then consequently screamed [...]

Personal Taboo

You might as well have been f*cked from behind and you wouldn’t have done anything about it, as well.That feeling is what I’m talking about. That sinking feeling of silent grieving over your inadequacies morphing into shackles that leave you trapped. You can’t even claw your way outside, act suddenly all ferocious and [...]

The Strange Adventures of a Bored Mind in the Office (or Writing Without Really Writing Anything)

How strange is this?
As this massive ball of earth and water spins in the seemingly infinite space of the universe, and as random people talk about new worries and problems in their lives, like random amateur photographers talking about how to score the newest, costliest DSLR camera, I am here in front of the computer [...]

The Loneliness in Writing

Writing has a way of releasing your emotions but it also has a way of eating you up.
When I was in college, I would write uncontrollably. I wrote notes or short poems during classes, I wrote when I was alone in the library, in an empty classroom, under a tree, in the Sunken Garden, in [...]

Scrap

Someday, when the page no longer begs for my ink, when I can sit in front of the TV and actually understand what’s going on with all those explosions and visual effects, when my arms are contented squeezing a simple, soft pillow, and when my mornings are finally as predictable as a cliche first sentence [...]

Exhibit A

I am not deceitful. I am not perfect but I am not a hypocrite. I may sound better and clearer on paper, but this doesn’t mean I’m hiding something toxic when my fingers are not holding a pen or typing on a keyboard.
I don’t even know how to go about proving this. Can this even [...]