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Published in the Hun Review
This is just a list of things I’ve managed to get published in the Hun Review, my school’s literary annual: 2010: The Memory of Pain 2009: The Walking Man 2008: From Arizona to Missouri 2007: Somewhere Beyond the Bitter End … Continue reading
The Burning Moment
or, Mikey’s Last Night I’m scared now. Everyone is scared now — they’re scared of me because of something I did, and now they look at me with new eyes, and I’ve caught their fear the way I’ve caught their … Continue reading
Blaze
A thrill runs through them – swarming in the darkness cast by the night sky – as a man steps to the microphone And harangues.. A moment before they were a hundred lives with a thousand cares milling about in … Continue reading
The Walking Man
The walking man keeps walking through fire and through ice He never doubles back or walks the same path twice Though there may not be tolls, there always is a price. The walking man keeps walking through fire and through … Continue reading
From Arizona to Missouri
In the summer of 2007, I had an epiphany. It was about, of all things, Rock, Paper, Scissors. Rock, Paper, Scissors is a non-transitive method of decision between two people, wherein each secretly picks one of the items and they … Continue reading
The Memory of Pain
Awhile back, I had a toothache. I don’t mean a sort of ache-in-the-gums, vague, “oh, I’d better brush more regularly” toothache. I am talking about a full-blown nuclear meltdown in my teeth. Throughout my life I have been blessed with … Continue reading
Takings and Leavings
Let’s just take a moment Take stock of where we stand. I could take you all the way If you’d just take my hand. I can take direction When your writing’s on the wall I will always take your side … Continue reading
Meaning Between Extremes
The fact I walk in darkness Doesn’t mean I love the night And the fact I didn’t see it Doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sight. The fact I won’t surrender Doesn’t mean I want to fight. And the fact it … Continue reading
A Tide Between
Two bodies whirl past each other, reaching across the void tugging at each other’s centers pulling each other into a dance they circle a common center If things were simple, if they were simple The dance would be eternal A … Continue reading
The King Lies Dying
The King lies dying. Night after night, awake in his bed at an unholy hour, he feels his life leaking out of his body, gathering in limp black pools in the pits of his history, like the sweat that congeals … Continue reading