Observations, Poetry, Quirky

A Discount Muffin

first draft "A Discount Muffin" is the poem I eat tonight. I am ravenous to find nourishment with meaning and its empty calories (so-called?) are filling a visceral space. The mental debt owed to me is the coffer I constructed, empty, to fill for myself from my self, extorting my self in proficient, endless anachronisms.… Continue reading A Discount Muffin

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Humor, Memories, Narrative, Observations, Poetry, Reflection

Cactus Adonis

I wept Sunday. Cradling an iPhone in my lap, earbuds like IV-lines between my father and me, I sat on the floorboards of my friends' attic, near the brightly-lit hole leading to my room, and finally found my fountain.  Bizarrely, I had not wept at all during this entire painful period and I was aware.… Continue reading Cactus Adonis

Memories, Narrative, Quirky, Reflection

The Great Fortune Cookie Spiral

"The Szechuan Pepper Daddies" were the improvising-troupe who threw fortune cookies at random as they entered, inviting an audience member to open one as a prompt for their show. I saw the 'Pepper Daddies' in the second-round of the Fighting-Improv-Smackdown-Tournament (b.k.a. "FIST") that Washington Improv Theater hosts every year. They lost to "The Prosecution" in… Continue reading The Great Fortune Cookie Spiral

Analysis, Criticism, Observations, Quirky, Reflection

Conflux #1

Vocabulary.com offers conflux as a synonym for confluence, as "a flowing together" or "the act of blending together components thoroughly"; its connotations are slightly different from the riparian 'confluence', which is the name of a nascent entry that I never wrote because I could not get it perfectly in-mind.  After browsing an entry by a… Continue reading Conflux #1

Humor, Memories, Narrative, Observations, Quasi-fiction, Quirky, Reflection

Mind-Trip: Visiting Past Selves

The morning after my graduate coursework was complete, and with no more school assignments to write, I sat in dim quiet. A restlessness stirred in my core but fatigue lingered-on. I decided to try a self-compassion exercise I found on the Internet. It told me to think of an uncomplicated love and I tried to… Continue reading Mind-Trip: Visiting Past Selves

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Memories, Narrative, Quasi-fiction, Quirky, Reflection

Finding Balls on my Walk (another fragment)

I needed to go walking. How I knew I needed to walk can be the subject of a longer reflection, some other time. I varied my pace as I meandered through my Northeast D.C. neighborhood casting glances into obscure alleys or across the surface of familiar houses in order to hook something new with my… Continue reading Finding Balls on my Walk (another fragment)

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Humor, Observations, Quirky, Reflection

Chirp Chirp Chirp

My keyboard chirps at me. It does NOT ‘cheep cheep’ endearingly like a goldfinch. If I bang very hard on my oak desk, defiant ‘twerk’ noises spit at me. I want to tomahawk my keyboard with a meat-cleaver. It may annoy my musical sensibilities because the chirp comes too late, not in tempo with my… Continue reading Chirp Chirp Chirp

Analysis, Criticism, Polemic

“Gardens” before “Pride”: trading Austen for Silko

First of all, I want to apologize to all of my remaining readers: this is not the sort of piece I plan to write on a regular basis. I am in a fitful state of limbo. I ought to be contemplating the next stage in my career as a critical educator or author but instead… Continue reading “Gardens” before “Pride”: trading Austen for Silko

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Narrative, Observations, Quirky

Pentagon City Mall: Craziness Dawns!

We are still at the damn mall. I am going to stay at the mall until I can get the hell out of it — do you understand me? Nonfiction reflection is my native genre, my homeland in the world of writing. I started my musings in LiveJournal as a place to collect my teenage… Continue reading Pentagon City Mall: Craziness Dawns!

Analysis, Polemic

Angrier Draft

Allow me to get angry and flush my system:   Dear New York Times Staff, Once again Israeli officials, most notably the Likud-party scum who are in power right now, have successfully inundated your rag with a giant pile of rotting red-herrings. Just as the European Union has them on notice for their human rights… Continue reading Angrier Draft