Grip of Silence

Silence. That golden sensation. The anxious crave it and those who have it feel anxious. I desire silence when I want to get away from the sensory overload of life, but when I finally get it I start looking for people to talk to, music to play, something to watch, etc. When it comes time …

“Trust the Process”

I got up at 6 AM to get ready for work last Thursday. I went outside into the dark and looked up at the stars. The reality of winter’s arrival was all too obvious by the decreasing daylight. I drove to work and sat in my car while I waited for the doors to be …

The Enemy Within.

A good while back, I had a dear student whom I had sat and read comics with one morning. He was most enthralled by a comic about Thanos, the super-villain supreme of the Marvel Comic Universe. He excitedly told me about Thanos’ powers and his use of an ancient, magical device that allowed him to obliterate …

Leases, Language, and Christianity

This week I had the most dreadful pleasure of finding, securing, and moving into a new place of residence. I sat down with my soon-to-be-housemate and read through the terms and conditions of the lease that we were about to sign with our blood. As I read the nonstop hereto’s, hereunder’s, hereon’s, and herein’s I began …

“Dream” Soda

I was 17 then. Back when you got a girl’s number, called her up and awkwardly muddled through subjects until eventually, you both were okay with either making a joke about everything or hearing each others breath whisper into the phone line. In these moments, time was irrelevant, until you got off the phone, looked …

“Troubles”

They say troubles come in three’s; I say troubles grow on trees. Smoke billows ‘round weeping willows All is silent on the tear-stained pillow. In a young man’s room, where shadows promise comfort, The loneliness of the Middle dampens every effort To be more than just a byproduct of lust and desire; To be more …

The Devil is Hiring…

Needing that Cash Flow Money. That dreadful substance that man worships. The mark of the Beast. The thing by which I pay my bills and purchase my freedom. While I started a job last week as a barista, a couple weeks before I was on the financial struggle bus. As a result, I put myself on a …