Snowdrift (seeing with eyes closed)

“They are struggles which question the status of the individual: on one hand, they assert the right to be different, and they underline everything which makes individuals truly individual. On the other hand, they attack everything which separates the individual, breaks his links with others, splits up community life, forces the individual back on himself,…

Gold, Rush (climb into the clouds)

The girl with the black jacket clutched tightly to the metal frame of her bike, the brake wire digging into her fingers, as she descended down the train station stairs. Her mind, swaying from the alcohol in her system, was doing its best to keep focused on the stairs, but there were so many distractions…

Overheard While Trying to Sleep

"Did I ever tell you about when I had a tumor? Yeah, fuck. When I was nine, i had this tumor. I would wake up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain. People would just say- they're growing pains. that i should eat more bananas.  But dude, I was nine years old, already five feet.…

Sporadically Calculated: six

If I am not mistaken, I believe that today (and tomorrow?) there are Nazi protests/riots/crazy shit going on downtown. Probably smartest to stay inside anyway. I told myself I’d start on my math homework, too, for complex analysis.  I feel very fluid. In flux. Not definite. Not necessarily in a bad or good way, just…

My Fall Girl

//circa January 2014 Despite my soda stained T-shirt and swaying walk, I'm fine: only a couple shots tonight. It's 2:41 a.m. and I'm looking for her. Those brown eyes, I get lost in them every time I look. She is fall, and that's what I did. I fell for her. Her hair is the autumn…

Ocean View

//circa March 2015   There was a view of the Ocean from the Third story workroom.   Candice and Jerome Weren’t allowed up there By request of their father. They respected him enough To oblige the simple request,   But their minds Could not help from wondering; As children do.   Their father was Kind,…

Sporadically Calculated: five

The next day, Holly’s friend Jonah, who she met almost a year ago in a junior transfer, and was one of the most hilariously entertaining people she knew, traveled over an hour to Berkeley, all the way from Fremont, just so the two could catch up. Holly could tell Jonah about him, and her summer,…

The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)

The smell of citrus A distracted mind, Thoughts of warmth, Fears of excess, A real illusion, Easily stripped away.   The smell of citrus, On her hands, In her hair, Washed away the scent Of other, Innocently accumulated, Yet cursed with assumptions, Longing, hushed glances, Radio silence.   The smell of citrus She wished he…

Defining an Identity

For the past few hundred years, languages have been rigorously standardized, and variations of languages which deviated from the established, synthetic, and standardized norms of the language were seen as wrong, bad and in need of correction. Due to this rigorous standardization, the language or dialect that a story or poem is written in is…

scattered mind after an untimely phone call

The truth was that she despised him, and very much adored him all at the same time. Both feelings swirled around like water and oil in her body, and she no more figured out what to do with such internal contradictions than she found herself utterly swept up by them. The contradiction consumed her thoughts;…