A Response to Mr. Derek O’Brien, and the Trina Mool Congress.

Sir, I’ve been a personal fan of yours since I was a kid. I remember I’d see you on TV hosting your quiz show and dream about making it there myself someday. My grandmother used to buy me your books when I was a child and tell me that reading them would make me smart … Continue reading A Response to Mr. Derek O’Brien, and the Trina Mool Congress.


Poem 5

Here’s an ode to meaningless diction that holds no weight for lovers of rhyme, or frail but labyrinthian fiction, whose grand uncertainties adorn their time. My ruminations cause amusement as I am led to face a fact: Words unworthy of employment glide through centuries, intact. Humankind! Open your eyes! Thy hard-drive’s brimming full with junk. … Continue reading Poem 5

My Blog is Starving…

So here's  2 (of 6) parts of a class assignment I did 2.5 months ago. This has been my favourite homework of all time. What we did was pick a character from a list of plays, and construct an introduction for the character, in the character's own manner of speech (Our prof called it "acting-on-paper"). And also talk about … Continue reading My Blog is Starving…


She sits down on her usual bench, even though the wood is still damp owing to the the morning downpour. Instinctively, her hands make their way inside the pocket of her hooded sweatshirt the next second, and find out that she's out of cigarettes. She looks at the pigeons perched along the edges of the tin roofs … Continue reading Sunset