Tagged writing

JUNK PUNCH is Published

This is sort of old news (within the month) but my first book, JUNK PUNCH, has been published and is available for you to consume, literally and figuratively. Although if you do decide to consume it literally, I’m not responsible for damage done to your internals. The premise of the book is three-fold. The first…

New York City – The Pain of Pleasure

New York. Sometimes affectionately referred to as The Big Apple. Culturally it has long served as the galvanizing catalyst for the United States, as if to somehow represent the absolute best we have to offer as a country. Countless Hollywood movies, video games, fictional literature, music, and live stage plays use New York as a…

Snippet from “Junk Punch”

The following is a relatively raw snippet from my upcoming book “Junk Punch.”   For this, there is no training in either school or from the a posteriori position that enables one to say with conviction that they’re ready to be crippled in this way. For me, the experience was quite like this. The naivete that consumed my life while my mom was alive was not only a luxury I could no longer afford, but within it was nothing ever found about not just the outside world but how to recover the security that had been lost. Very quickly, however,…

Haters: Sometimes They Really Don’t Want to Be You

“People hate you because they want to be you.” In so many words, this and phrases like it are uttered time and time again to the downtrodden, misrepresented, misunderstood, and supposedly unique persons. The phrases are thrown around in so many different syntactical permutations, each attempting to place varying sympathetic emphasis on the victim of the perceived indifference, and always intended to antagonize the perpetrator(s). The goal, invariably, is to fortify the self-esteem of the victim and to embolden them in remaining vigilant against nay-sayers from all perspectives so that they will continue to be the individuals that they are.…

Knave

Round now the table were those whom we trust Decide the fate of the knave; we insist they must Lost all he did when the storm came and went Rebuilding on eggshells was his energy misspent Odd it should be that he now stand trial When it was he alone who avoided their guile Streets run full with the sad, cold and hungry A sign on their chests reads “I will work for money” Law backs turned on the crimes of the state Liberate you we will by propagation of hate Scream for yourself, but never for the many Prosper…