Preface: I moved to Los Angeles from the Bay Area for a boy who promptly dumped me and kicked me out of our apartment. Being alone wasn’t so bad until the Warriors’ went for the record the same night as Kobe’s last career game. This is my ode to that. It’s approaching 6:30, almost time to pack up and head home- only it doesn’t feel like home and I don’t want to go there. And the warriors are playing, and I should be excited, only I’m alone, and don’t
Read MoreOn part 2 of my “Big City Poetry” series, I examine the intellectual heart valve that is Washington D.C. I pretentious it up with a bit of lame-ambic pentameter (see what I did there?) based on my experience visiting the Capitol city. Big City Poetry: D.C.’s the Brain The August recess makes this public sector hotspot feel oddly ghostlike. This isn’t the real D.C., it’s not alive enough. For an authentic experience you must wait until the leaves change. It’s then you’ll know… When bureaucrats strut through awakened streets with
Read MoreAh, it feels great to be back. After a many month hiatus from the world of Writtalin, I have returned to try my hands at something a bit different. Poetry. On a recent trip to the Apple of Bigness, I decided to wet my chops in this field, and am looking to turn ‘Big City Poetry’ into a series of chronicles from cities around the states. Although I’ve never done this before, I figured it never hurts to try a hand at something pretentious. Enjoy. The Air of NYC July
Read MoreFor my Firefighter, who already proved he can. Could you love a cancer patient despite my burdened health? Can you provide the love and care that my heart has never felt? Are you ready for hours spent at the hospital waiting, for news you don’t know if you’ll be loving or hating? Do you have the patience for the brain fog I possess? Or the ability to smile through my CAT scans, nonetheless? Will you research conditions I’ll develop over time, and learn the medical jargon the specialists love to
Read More1. A Friendchip Party Celebrate the power of friendship with a chip potluck! Potato chips could stand alone as my lifelong romantic interest, I love them so deeply. I beg you to supply me with a human who doesn’t crave her crunch so that I can fix her. Just imagine the rich diversity of a chip potluck. The assortment of dips. Chips of different color, categories, and socioeconomic backgrounds, all gathered together in harmony. Doritos next to sweet potato chips, kale chips next to sour cream and onion Lays. The
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