Creative Writing, Philosophy

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,… Continue reading Snowdrift (seeing with eyes closed)

Creative Writing

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… Continue reading Gold, Rush (climb into the clouds)

Creative Writing

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.… Continue reading Overheard While Trying to Sleep

Creative Writing

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… Continue reading My Fall Girl

Creative Writing, Poetry

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,… Continue reading Ocean View

Creative Writing, Personal

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,… Continue reading Sporadically Calculated: five