February 16, 2019

Posts from "Portfolio"

  • Portfolio | Apr.25, 2013

    From the Internet, With Love

    It was a perfect storm of coincidence. My aunt just happened to go to Scotland and happened to meet this woman on the train. They just happened to hit it off and my aunt just happened to discover that her new friend had a son my age. “He sounded very sweet, and he likes some of the same shows you like,” she told me as she handed me a piece of paper with his address. “You should write to him.”

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  • Portfolio | Apr.25, 2013

    This is the Title

    This would be the first of mine And this would be the second line Perhaps ideally they would rhyme If I were a poet.

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  • Portfolio | Apr.25, 2013

    All These Broken Things

     

      The morning’s sun-kissed breath envelops my skin And warms my frigid, frozen fingertips, As flowers bloom and burst in her green eyes.

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  • Portfolio | Apr.18, 2013

    River Tide Run

      People like to talk about that moment in their life when they realized that they needed to step things up. That shining moment when they decided to turn their life around, kick that gambling addiction, write the next great American novel, or balance the state budget. For a lot of people, it happened after a near-death moment. I had the near-death moment, but not so much the revelation. Not at first. It should have hit me in the seconds after the car sideswiped my bike and sent me flying. But it didn’t. There was no moment of my life flashing before my eyes, no revelation that I’d led the most bread-and-butter existence in the history of mankind. In fact, my only thought was “what” and the only thing that hit me was the ground. It didn’t hit me when I was propped up against a wall and trying to figure out why my head was bleeding. That was another textbook time for me to have The Moment, but I was in shock at the time. It’s a bit difficult to come to an existential conclusion when all you can do is stare at the mangled wreck of your bike and wonder how big of a dent it left in that car. It didn’t come in the ambulance, either. Again, it was probably the shock. It was hard enough focusing on the paramedics, all of whom were wondering how I’d bashed my forehead open even though I was wearing a helmet. I had been wondering the same thing. I could only hope I wasn’t bleeding to death. Since they didn’t immediately drag me off to surgery when I reached the emergency room, I figured I wasn’t.

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  • Portfolio | Apr.18, 2013

    Runyan v. State (1877)

    I’m going to start off with the assumption that you won’t believe me. No matter what I do to convince you that I was justified in my actions, you’ll see me as a cretin, a low-life, a subhuman waste of flesh and blood with utter disregard and contempt for morality, ethics, goodwill towards men, and humanity as a whole. As far as you’re concerned, I’m barely worth the air that the judge inhaled in order to articulate my condemnation. But how can you judge me when you have only seen me on the cross? You know my nature by the manner in which I fold my hands? Or perhaps it is the finger that I choose to use to scratch my temple that gives me away? Well, I’d have to say that your pressed suit and tie tied as tight as a noose gives away your purpose just as clearly as you perceive mine, but I digress.

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  • Poetry | Apr.18, 2013

    Undone

      The lonely like a weight on my shoulders Pressing down upon me, The tired like a gnawing within me, Consuming all that I was, The nothingness I have become Is tearing me apart at the seams, I’m not whole, I’m undone.

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  • Portfolio | Apr.18, 2013

    The Proverbial AHA Moment

      People like to talk about that moment in their life when they realized that they needed to step things up. That shining moment when they decided to turn their life around, kick that gambling addiction, write the next great American novel, or balance the state budget. For a lot of people, it happened after a near-death moment. I had the near-death moment, but not so much the revelation. Not at first. It should have hit me in the seconds after the car sideswiped my bike and sent me flying. But it didn’t. There was no moment of my life flashing before my eyes, no revelation that I’d led the most bread-and-butter existence in the history of mankind. In fact, my only thought was “what” and the only thing that hit me was the ground. It didn’t hit me when I was propped up against a wall and trying to figure out why my head was bleeding. That was another textbook time for me to have The Moment, but I was in shock at the time. It’s a bit difficult to come to an existential conclusion when all you can do is stare at the mangled wreck of your bike and wonder how big of a dent it left in that car. It didn’t come in the ambulance, either. Again, it was probably the shock. It was hard enough focusing on the paramedics, all of whom were wondering how I’d bashed my forehead open even though I was wearing a helmet. I had been wondering the same thing. I could only hope I wasn’t bleeding to death. Since they didn’t immediately drag me off to surgery when I reached the emergency room, I figured I wasn’t.

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  • Poetry | Apr.11, 2013

    The Ball

    I formed myself into a ball And down the street I rolled. It’s curious that such a ball Could come from a square mold.

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  • Poetry | Apr.11, 2013

    Last Written Words

    Empty bottles, medication Expiration dates unknown Stacks of notebooks Papers, napkins, newspapers Words Ink stains, lined paper

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  • Poetry | Apr.11, 2013

    The Garden

    You are blooming, Budding inside my chest. Only you I’m grooming. You have my heart arrest. Come springtime, When rain begins to fall, You plant inside my mind. Seeds deep but small.

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