Drowned Potential
You see, the baby rat anxiously scavenged the dumpsters for food. Baby rats have tiny hearts and those must always beat anxiously. The baby rat did not want ...
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Coffee Shop: Anthology
Poems compiled over the years, polished and published from a coffee shop on a Saturday morning.
Scruff
I’m not sure if it was the vinegary stench in the air or the sound of the cocking shotgun that woke me up. What I am sure of, however, is that I had left my ...
The Last One to Leave the Party
I just try to banish all inhibition as quickly as I can, not because I don’t care what happens, but because while I possess that disinhibition, the things th...
Not only flowers
I was born a day before the spring. It took twenty-five years before that meant something.
When I try to remember
I found the memories I sought when I began to think about who I am.
The Young Man and the Quarantine
Like Santiago, I hoisted my sails and trusted that the lights of Havana would eventually appear over the horizon.
Sans romance
Some time ago and with the benefit of hindsight, I figured out that all the times I thought I’d been in love I was actually just infatuated.
My Relationship with Hatred and How it Ended
This is what happened when I understood that human beings are, by nature, imperfect, and I lost my ability to hate people.
A Fall from a Great Height
Revolutionary. Disruptive. Dangerous. In a market filled with young entrepreneurs, what threats does unchecked ambition bring?
Technical Boy: An introspective take on life
Technical Boy is a blog in which I analyze, critique and reflect about literature, philosophy, movies, technology and, well, the implications of life in gene...