Silence it the worst of resonations. I take another breath. Vision augmented, my world is spinning, spinning, spun.  I don’t savor, I inhale. “Is this authentic Middle East, or merely American?” “Quality’s irreverent the moment you enter New York.”

I touch my lips to the crust, licking every loose crumb. “Tell me why, why Ray-cheal, must you ( Read more... )

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“But, Madam, I have said too much. What is your idea of love ( Read more... )

And throughout all this, you’d imagine I’d be stuck on the sun, pounding on the inside of my head. The wind comes, it always does. And with it, a place with no difference between icicles and cigarettes. One part anger, five times resent. Madness; you’d think you’ve find me lying face down on the floor in the kitchen making coffee eating dinner, ( Read more... )

My honors poetry assignment is to write a weekly paper in any format concerning the question 'What is poetry?'. I wrote a paper last week that the teacher didn't like. Because of that and other reasons, I'm in threat on being kicked out of class. Anyway, I decided to do Tuesday's paper as a poem. It needs to be fantastic because not only am I ( Read more... )

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So I witness mosaic.

Rose colored lights on George Washington Bridge,

With a blur from each vehicle, hazed by raindrops from sudden mist.

Sad, I parade Spanish Broadway. My buildings, streets

The public washrooms hidden

To the Jewish waste lands.

Resonance of the ( Read more... )

Sometimes I want to freeze in the idiosyncrasies and remember I’m not still fifteen.
Sometimes it’s impossible to comprehend simplicities.

Nothing can move faster than the speed of light (c). If an object is moving through space at c (dx/dt=c) then da/dt = 0. Thus anything traveling through space at the speed of light (including photons) won't ( Read more... )

The essay. Every time I rest my hands on the keyboard, I’m filled with an overwhelming sense of impending doom. The next page must become my definitive, a philosophical (however non pretentious) metaphor. According to college books I’ve memorized in frenzy at the local Barnes and Nobles, there are various categories of self-portrayal. Between ‘ ( Read more... )

The man who was immaculate became indistinctly human. I had childishly refused to factor age into the equation. I suppose it’s an abstract symbol of the growing skepticism a divine power. Yet I don’t question his holiness. It’s not religion but morality. This man has studied countless religion and himself is an immigrant. He’s held the High ( Read more... )

My uncle died today. As a member of the family, his death contained some inevitable irony. He had heart problems; the doctors proscribed medications (which, of course, heightened sickness in the first place). Side effect: cardiac arrest ( Read more... )