Metrosphere 2012-2013

I think the allure of the handmade is in the simplicity of the gesture. Love is messy, and that’s been shouted at us ad nauseum until we can’t stand ourselves or trust it.
But a handmade gift is a clean message – “I care about you. I took hours to create this item, this one-of-a-kind present, [...]

Bald Chinese Men Wearing Dresses
By Patrick Hurley
I was raised without religion. I say this with the understanding that being raised without religion is not the same as growing up without religion. Religion was always around, but it wasn’t in our immediately family. My mother and father always referred to themselves as recovering Catholics. However, in [...]

Amanda was only part of my life for a brief five years, yet she had such a huge role to play in it. I was only eleven when she moved to our neighborhood in the little blue house that sat on the corner. It came to life the day she arrived. I had never asked [...]

Underground to Dream
Understanding the art of writing is much like talking in circles. I am sure to do a lot of that here. Being a writer, this does not bother me. I am contradictory and hypocritical, yet that comes with the material. There is no reason why anything I write should ever be read, but [...]

Pulsating patterns of lightning pain exacerbate each subtle twitch of my eyes; sunlight  threatens  irises-burning – sure to wreak havoc if I were to open the lids completely, boulders of tense muscle at the base of my skull are heavy and beg for release, pressurized to the point of near-explosion. If only I could just [...]

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I begin on the RTD jumbling and jolting along Broadway, bobbing to and fro, with the edge of my shoulder bumping against the nearby elongated metal pole, ever so slightly, at every stop. I feel everything around me. I [...]

I’ve collected a lot of things over the course of my life; rocks, stamps, and sports memorabilia have all come and gone but the one that remains, the one that has proven to be by far the most valuable, are the memories I’ve collected over the course of my life.
Unlike some collections memories can never [...]

In Kindergarten I went to school half days.  My mom would be waiting for me when I would walk out the door leaning against the metal railing with a smile.  She was prettier than the other moms.  She was taller and younger.  I loved our walks home.  It was just us. I felt so lucky [...]

Life, the Universe, and Everything.
7 December 2008
English for the rest of my damn life.
In the bleak midwinter
frosty wind made moan
earth stood hard as iron
water like a stone
— “In the Bleak [...]