The modern Hercules wears his golden mane like a cloak Etched with twelve adventures Twelve Labours under the Sun. He is not sure what the Future holds beyond these. The modern Heracles does not go by this name, In his lion’s mane nest chickadees; In his bronze palms he cups butterflies, And from his soles spring … More The modern Hercules
There’s a girl sitting over there. She’s slightly hunched, clutching her stomach and her neck is jutting out at a weird angle.Come to think of it, her portrait looks kinda like a stone turtle, long unmoving neck, heavy head and exposed tummy. She hasn’t had her period in three months but she’s a virgin. It’s … More Sara the Angsty Turtle
There’s a girl beside me
In the bus shelter outside the mall.
She has pink hair and muddied
Hiking boots and she’s gently biting at her nails. … More Outside the mall at 9:30
And stretching in the sun of her childhood, she decided that everything was going to be okay. The picture of a misty park in New Zealand that her penpal had sent her was on her mind, and she thought about how she was sitting there with the whole upper-floor palace of the large-windowed building on … More Subtly braless and listening to Sufjan Stevens
Today I see the wet brick streets And red lamppost shops Of Montreal I smell the green grass of Vancouver I taste the sweet coconut of that sticky bun You bought me from the supermarket behind the climbing gym And the tang of the blood that encircled my calf as I cried happily at the … More I remember!
It sometimes happens that when you take a walk under the stars, you can instead find yourself among them.
When I walk with you, I am reminded of all those obscure specks from the corners and coves of the globe which somehow unite to illuminate the earth from within. … More Walking with a friend, among the stars
I. I did not intend to take my revenge on the world as a robot. When my heart was breaking and all you had to offer was: “I’m a good world. Come on, you know that… I’m a good world” “Don’t you believe me?” With each 0 and 1, each dry tedium of equability The … More Robot Revenge
After a year of sadness Mourning the soft white landscape She wants the seas to rise And the sand to tear its way through her She wants a fire to sweep this quietness.
After reading Tim O’Brien’s ‘The Things They Carried,’ I became really interested in the concept that the truth of an experience can be conveyed through a story, even a story that does not describe the experience at all. O’Brien’s work is metafiction but what I’m talking about doesn’t really fit the label. Consider, for example, … More Hunting of Dragons and Truths