This is how we be Romantic and stuffs. It may Or may not make sense.
Creative
DC haiku
And the homeless man Yells, “Hey there, dimples!”; And I Pretend I didn’t hear.
To the Esteemed Washington Metro Transit Authority
WMATA, WMATA Your trains are at a Standstill But I’m still standing Your station’s in tatters And oh, WMATA You’re really just a landfill With better branding.
A haiku?
And so Joe dreams, like A whirlwind chasing dust balls, With sweet abandon.
A Poem for the Workday! …
Just thought I’d stick my feelings about going into work together in a rhyming fashion. Enjoy (or hate)! I don’t want to be A commuter you see But everybody’s tired of it just like me With a nice cup of joe You can wrestle your woes It gets you to the places your boss needs […]
Poolboy – A Short Story
The artistic personality was a nice way of saying bipolar disorder, they said. You had music as a hobby, but you didn’t pursue it. It just wasn’t a viable option. “You have a great career ahead of you,” his father said, trying to understand, failing, frowning. “You got such good marks on the GRE…you can […]