Reflections on Moving Glass

What makes man understand unconditional love, while realizing that one can embody a demeanor, or outlook, that is inferior, evil, unconscious? What makes time pass by slowly under the employment of a generation before me that has lost all regard for the value in youth? And pass quickly under the sky alone or with a […]

Workshop Poetry

Don’t forget the market on Sunday, Don’t forget your Mama. Dotted lights spell coffee behind my eyes,  Blonde hair is braided, cutoff, and thrown away – Drowned in an awkward soda. Cover your mouth. Her eyes dart around the room suspicious of you, followed by a man in yellow… “You’re writing novels over there?” Of […]