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Me Too

Me Too It was dark, and warm. I felt safe though I was vulnerable– naked. But someone took hold of my leg, and with urgency and violence pulled with no care for my anguish. I tried to retreat, but there was no place to go. I was trapped in a silent chamber that echoed back […]

Stop Singing “The Song of Myself”

I celebrate myself, and sing myself. -Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass If you’ve ever read Whitman you’ve likely read Part One of Leaves of Grass: Song of Myself, in which he stacks stanza upon stanza of nonsensical, selfish grandiosity. It’s tiring to read, and the worst assignment of any American Lit class. It’s also the […]

Don’t Be Gatsby

I hope you live a life that you’re proud of. F. Scott Fitzgerald If you’ve read Fitzgerald, you can hear the subtle suggestion beneath his words, hinting that no one lives a life they’re proud of. Most of his characters jump from liaison to drink to cigarette with thinly veiled despair. Even those who might care […]

i am: a Poem

i am the quotidian sisyphus rolling up socks and bemoaning the mountain of dishes i am a sort of atlas crushed by holding the world of burdens not meant for me i am a frail achilles vulnerable not in my heel but my heart i am no god or hero there is but One who […]

Carry On: A Poem

Carry On, Tired Exile, In this Not-Yet, Not-Home. Tripping and rising, and denying and hoping, Tired Exile, Carry On. Carry On, Heavy Heart, Darkness bleeds at the edge and your mouth is full of dirt from your stone Heavy Heart, Carry On. Carry On, Weak Spirit, Unrequited and grieved by Humanity, so much me and […]