Can’t Fool Me Twice

The way that good and bad is portrayed in the media becomes ingrained in the way the world is consumed by people, so much so that the black-and-white classifications is the measure people’s character is judged by. I think most people are familiar with the portrayal of this battle between good and evil in DisneyContinue reading “Can’t Fool Me Twice”

Small Town Ponderings: Part Three

Small towns revel in toxic family-like communities that embrace those that fulfill a set of requirements, but spurns and reinforces the status quo in harmful ways towards outsiders.  I moved to my small midwest town during my freshman year of highschool from the south. The cultural differences aren’t too far off from what I’ve known,Continue reading “Small Town Ponderings: Part Three”


Tell me how it’s suppose to be.  They say the older you get, the more the years blur together. Less milestones, I’ve heard, and I suppose that’s true. Every year until my eighteenth birthday felt like a milestone. Age eleven, graduated elementary school. Age fourteen, graduated middle school. Sweet sixteen, sixteen going on seventeen. Eighteen;Continue reading “Checklist”


Without speaking, in long moments of silence. turning inward lays all the inner workings of my heart bare, with only myself to interpret it. And with the small pieces of introspection that slides through the clouded gaze of bias, these inner thoughts are worked and reworked until they change into something unknown.  These parts, soContinue reading “Anger”

Small Town Ponderings: Part Two

Tourist trap small towns are the perfect place for that road rage, so often concealed during winter, to bubble up in near accidents and dangerous tailgating.  Every year, tourists from all over the world load up in long tour buses, windows black as soot and stickers peeling away from the bus’s metal, too scratched upContinue reading “Small Town Ponderings: Part Two”

Small Town Ponderings: Part 1

They are an interesting thing, such a midwest thing, such a drive-to-the-city-several- hours-away thing. They are like iron traps, small towns, tucked away in another century while having all the luxuries of the modern day. Yet, these pieces of the past cling to the elderly of the population who desire to have as little changeContinue reading “Small Town Ponderings: Part 1”

Rotted Clover: A Take on Dissociation

I am rotten clover, too dark of a green in the field of colors happy as spring.  For all that I am, curled to some pathetic degree, offer very little to the scenes of people dotting the trail of my life. Their judgments dot the memories of my brain, like holes in cheese, acid throughContinue reading “Rotted Clover: A Take on Dissociation”

Ecosystems of Living

Death is like every attempt at authority that I cut down. It is fear that binds the loose to the detriment of living; of wandering in the apocalypse of hopeless romances of life full of success and validation. Death is such the looseness that defines where I cannot be, and that looseness devolves to chaos. Continue reading “Ecosystems of Living”