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The Non-Centrality of the Character
An essay on why vivid prose centers action rather than characters, showing how pronouns can conceal weak sentences and stall narrative momentum.
Collected Works in Contemporary Art and Literature
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I Have A Past
I Have A Past I was young and the dead lived in photographs. The insects spoke in tongues. I can’t remember whose hand toppled my toy soldiers, set up little…
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Forbidden Fruit
Exploring the intertwining of memory, grief, and desire, each poem captures the poignant beauty in everyday moments and the enduring ache of loss.
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The Roly-Polys
A disillusioned musician navigates a bleak West Texas night filled with rowdy bar patrons, unfulfilled dreams, and unexpected encounters, questioning the harsh realities of life and the elusive nature of…
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Impressions | A Triptych
It’s Here I thought it was in the family room, so I cried at the bus stop. The Christmas tree lived there, with ornaments formed from salt dough and my…
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If I Were Raised by Wolves
I would have had a pack safety in numbers. I would have roamed without fear lived between the trees dreaming of cloud-covered sheep asleep on the hillside. I would have…
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Forsaken Child
The desert told me of the sea that used to be there. Opened her heart, gave me her shells. Told me of her water flowing. Told me of their past…
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The Music Club
“I’m surprised you didn’t sit at the famous Round Robin oval bar,” Ted said, nodding over his shoulder at the dark reddish oak bar. A row of cocktail tables with…
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Terror Bird
It’s that triangle of apprehension between your shoulder blades and the nape of your neck, which senses the unseeable presences that stalk with ravenous intent—the weaponized drone hovering high in…
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An Un-played Instrument
A month of Sundays passed before Floyd ventured out to play in public. On clear warm days, residents would find him sitting on a park bench next to Jessie and…
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Out of Nowhere
I’m strolling through the busy downtown area, Beethoven sonatas chortling like trees full of evening birds into my ears, while the colours and gestures I see everywhere seem incongruous but…