portrait of a girl

She’s sitting on the concrete facing the street, arms around her knees and her hair is in knots falling around her downcast eyes, feet crossed at the ankles, scuffed up toes of her boots the beginning of opposite trajectories headed for the sky. She’s still, very still. You want to ask her what’s her story, … Continue reading →

Sappy

“Where are we going, exactly?” You smile. “You’ll see.” “Wherever we’re going can you please assure me that I’m going to get out alive?” I motion towards the steering wheel. “You aren’t nearly adequate at driving freeway.” You frown, annoyed. “I am, too!” I notice you wring your hands on the wheel and fidget a … Continue reading →

Pilot

We’ve often compared our lives to a TV sitcom. I think it’d make a great one. Hence: PAM and CAT are in Pam’s room. PAM is a bubbly personality, always talking and laughing. CAT usually laughs at everything, too, but she is doing her homework and hates the world at this moment. PAM is eating … Continue reading →

Troubles

Is it too much to ask for someone to be interesting? Is it too much to ask for personality? To wish for a woman that accepts her foibles and embraces abnormalities? Variety is the spice of life, but the food tastes rather bland. It’s hard to find love when there is no one to accept … Continue reading →

An Alternative Proposal

An Alternative Proposal to the excessive amount of poor in Ireland and the burden their children have upon the public. By Sir Ellis Butterfield Liaison to His Majesty.     Poverty is a terrible thing. Dare I have to repeat myself later in this essay, Poverty is the awful abhorrence of the human condition. For … Continue reading →

this house is falling apart

My house is lived in, a mess, full of clutter and precariously placed objects with potential energies that make me nervous. It feels like home. Everything is familiar. I can find my way around the house in the dark—or I could, before I came to college. That muscle memory isn’t as automatic now. Everything that … Continue reading →

Do We Have A Soul

I would hope that all of you are familiar with Perry and his  dialogue on personal identity and immortality. If not, this dialogue occurs between 2 fictional characters, the dying Gretchen Weirob and her friend Miller. Gretchen Weirob is afraid of dying. More specifically, Gretchen Weirob is afraid that when her body gives out her … Continue reading →