Category: Prose

  • Life

    In our recent move, my wife and mother were on a mission to get rid of as much junk as possible as I’ve been labeled by them as a pack rat. I saved this poem from destruction. I don’t remember anything about it, not even the circumstances in which I wrote it. But here it…

  • an extremely short poem

    what do you do when the one thing you have been waiting for all day is denied to you? Sleep and hope that tomorrow brings better luck

  • Give Me Back My Identity

    I am not a data point. I am a human being. I am not the customer who buys anime, computer hardware, and books on Linux. I am not the customer who sends flowers to my mother-in-law in Brooklyn. I am a human being. I am a college student, a writer, a poet, a photographer, a…