Job 38

Job 38

So this is the blog post where I get to introduce my first rap. Oh c’mon, don’t look at me like that. I’ve tried drawing, photography, short stories, and spoken word. Not to mention writing articles on NF and doing interviews with musicians like Rachel Bloem; You...

Spark

Spark – spark – spark catch ignite burn the blind into sight This is wide open Life is not ajar Living is wide open landscapes on planets alien to NASA, and even the lenses of Hubble cannot capture the aperture isn’t wide enough to captivate glory LIFE IS NOT AJAR...
The Right of Compassion

The Right of Compassion

What gives me the right to be sad at a funeral for someone I don’t know? She asked. Compassion, I said. Looking back I can see compassion as the heartfelt feeling of one person for another. It is a soul shouldering a burden. It is an arm around a back. It is an...
When Butts Protest

When Butts Protest

  Your size depends on me. The stomach and tongue can conspire all day, but they aren’t tied to your thighs, like me. You may have had friends though the thick, and the thin, but no one’s behind you like me. Literally. When you were seven, I was your...
Life According to Pudding

Life According to Pudding

  Pudding, like life, Is generally of one consistency made weird by tapioca, which, like manna, Is probably another way of saying ‘what is it?’ There are tapioca distractions, Lumps in the dirt cake: Chunks of Oreo? Vanilla wafer? No. If it’s...