Finished 31 January 2019 Published 17 November 2020 Wenn ich nur ein Wizard wäre, würde mein Haus eine kleine Schloss. Ich büke viele kleinen Kuchen und sie würden wie Blumen schmecken. Ich würde einhundert siebzehn Jahre alt sein, aber ich sähe aus, als ob ich nur siebzehn Jahre alt wäre. Natürlich, trüge ich ein… Read the full article
Category: Creative Writing
Chernobyl
Finished April 2019 Published 8 August 2020 The afternoon was dry. A boy with fiery red hair slalomed between the crumbling curbs, his bare feet stroking the pavement. The sound of skateboard wheels rumbled like thunder. His name was Peter. There was something in his path, a heap in the road. Peter swerved toward… Read the full article
I was just an ordinary guy
Finished 16 August 2017 Published 31 March 2020 I was just an ordinary guy. Lived in an ordinary house. Had an ordinary wife. Ate some ordinary pasta. And then. One day. I came to have the revelation of A lifetime. Stepping outside my house one morn Crouching on the rain-spattered stoop I squinted… Read the full article
This Kid Asked Me If He Could Try My Skateboard
16 October 2019 “Do you like people?” “That’s an odd question.” “No, it’s not.” Nicholas was right. It was a good question. “Well, I like some people,” I continued, “and some people I don’t like.” “Hey.” I looked down the path. A man rode a low-seated bike over the bridge toward us. Nicholas kicked… Read the full article
Mountaintop Removal
Finished 10 November 2018 Published 5 January 2019 It came with a hiss in the ear. A simmer rippling underfoot. It went with a holocaust of stone collapsing into ash, inverted chlorophyll mingling with sobbing flames, toxin-laced fog, soot-woven beards. Another day’s work. Fire surging with the blood of blue jays, lively rivulets gone sour… Read the full article
Humanity
21 August 2018 Yeah, I’m aware of the fact that my eyes often ache after so many hours of flitting across a computer screen. God—I cry at the notion of my blood thickening to oil, my lungs guarded from luminous night breezes. It is not sunlight that wakes me from subconscious convolutions, but radio waves.… Read the full article
Trium Perfectum
Finished 31 January 2017 Published 6 May 2018 We have a height-one of 0.3. So, for the triangle’s legs, it doesn’t really matter if you call the side height-one or height-two. 0.3 times 0.4 equals…yeah. H-2, divide by five. It’s a very small answer, 0.24. But it works. I look out the window, and I… Read the full article
A Lament To The Revolutionary
Finished April 2017 Published 6 March 2018 I crave—with every fiber of my veins, my head, my heart (if I have one), for something inexplicable. I mask this desire so well, let the daylight pilfer it and the nighttime relieve it, and I laugh at it before amiable faces and wretch at it before pristine,… Read the full article
Humanity As Unity
13 February 2018 Joy. We’ve plucked young souls into miters, plundered homes in thirst, slaughtered sacred hides to feed billions. But we also know that at the heart of every one of us are the same desires—to be happy, to be loved, to be accepted. These desires are what make us human. And being human… Read the full article
10:53
22 July 2017 Aspiring doctor quit med school due to a smack across the head those bookshelves did damage. Integrated into the army wings whistling through Pakistan “I became the second man in Bharat to break the sound waves.” sonic captain of an air fleet “I landed that plane the right way.” Watching child rise… Read the full article