Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I sat on the train with my feet stretched out on the seat in front of me. Heavy rain fell on the platforms outside and on the tracks. It sounded like the ocean. I wondered if people were listening to seashells on the beach and hearing this. I was sure Read more
When I tell my friends in Puerto Vallarta that I am returning to Minneapolis, they think I am crazy. “The weather changes here on October 15th; I can guarantee it,” Ted, owner of the cigar shop, tells me. “It’s like a curtain comes down on the humidity.” “It’s paradise here Read more
As a child, you lay on your father’s belly while the New York Yankees run bases on a small black and white television in your old apartment. Your small frame, so thin your mother has to “take in” every pair of pants you own, rises and falls with his breath. Read more
For as long as I can remember I always felt compelled to unleash my talents to the world. My Grandmother nurtured my artistic talents by being both my adviser and biggest fan. She would collect fashion magazines and teach me how to braid my hair. She and I were so Read more
I took a Method Writing class with the well-known Jack Grapes last fall, and I noticed a deep parallel with one of Jack’s writing techniques—called transformation lines—when I look at my life. He encourages us to use our transformation lines to go deeper, to find our voice, our narrative. I Read more
I stood alone in darkness Where there were no stars; No light to see. Where there was no hope; No heart to beat. I found everything broken; Within me; around me. While I stood there, waiting in the darkness All I could feel was pain and sorrows; All I could Read more
Fucking 6:00 am train, I used to think passing trains were cute, romantic even. Now I only hear the shrill, and screeching nuisance.The proper pain in the ass toss and turn in bed, cover a pillow over my head kind of bother. The Insomniac or something different, just stardust cycling Read more
I used to love steak. It was a defining personality trait. I was known for my love of slightly still mooing dead cow. I could have had it every meal for the rest of my life and died tragically young but ecstatically happy. My bloodstream was probably over the legal Read more