I didn't make the cut for Creative Loafing's top ten. So here it is for you to read: THREE RING INTERSECTION If, in this world of statistics and quantifiable data, there were an index list for the intersection with the highest heat index year round the intersection of Curtiss Highway and Garfield Boulevard would be… Continue reading Original Works – Three Ring Intersection
I wrote this poem the week of Pt. 1's release. Today will echo a similar countdown toward the premiere of Pt.2. In anticipation, I thought I'd share this little gem with you. Enjoy. Distraction, or How I spent the day waiting for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Pt. 1 8:00 am, shut off alarm,… Continue reading Original Works – Distraction
Do you ever have those moments when you see a scene in your mind so clearly it's as if it writes itself? This poem came to me that way. I consider it a "could have been" poem carried over from some remnants of a previous relationship. It's brand new, not written for a workshop or… Continue reading Original Works – In the Kitchen
This was an assigned imitation poem. I chose "Pioneers! O, Pioneers!" as my inspiration. Which if you have not listened to or read you should do that right now. Stop reading this, google it, and then come back and read mine. That's an order. What's coolest about this poem is that back in March I… Continue reading Original Works – Bohemians! O, Bohemians!
This was the first poem I officially wrote for academic purposes. It's a villanelle, which is probably my most favorite form of poetry. It's lyrical and just as you get used to a pattern it switches on you. I've written a couple since then. This one is based on an experience I had celebrating a… Continue reading Original Work – Seder
This is a sonnet-esque poem I wrote for my Intro to Poetry class. We were given a certain list of words to include in the poem, which is why pickaxe is in there. It's one of my more faulty poems for sure. But entertaining, maybe? Enjoy. King of the Flea Market I’ve discovered a treasure… Continue reading Original Work – King of the Flea Market
This is a short story I wrote for my Fiction class last semester. It's a time limit story. I hope you like it. Polaroid Laura could feel the soupy summer air weighing her hair down, deflating it just as she felt herself deflating. It was the last party of the summer and she was… Continue reading Original Work – Polaroid