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.
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
The swaying trees retain their peace— The streets remain unchanged… This town, though, is in jeopardy methodically arranged. The faction sworn to set us free from a foreign scourge is one enthralling fallacy of which our minds need purge. How long until we comprehend how they have chained our thoughts, and that, until we … Continue reading Poem 4