Friend, what have we come to? I think about sending you a gift without knowing if it's even worth it. You speak of friendship, but how is it that I can still mourn when no fissure has broken us apart? Just breathing and sex. I miss you but wonder how on earth you could still … Continue reading Undrifting Friend
The world applauds. A mass, a great multitude, millions upon millions clapping, cheering An ocean coming to eat me whole. They've gotten their way through the bigots infecting their nation. Free love for all. Men and men, women and women, can love without prejudice of the law. Bigots... It feels so odd to be staring … Continue reading Shh. I’m a Bigot.
Father says that like our ancestors who left the homeland to seek out better opportunity, he is leaving the States to a country that's poor, but desperate, for a money-making opportunity. I can only listen as I hold my baby, which he barely sees, and wonder why this land isn't enough for him. Father says … Continue reading What Father Says About Living
Hear me. Though all that plays is breeze on leaves, hear me. Hear something about my heart that sets me apart from the rest. But why beg I to God of food and home while children starve and bleed to death in Africa? Or mothers weep for peace from bomb debris in Iran? But hear … Continue reading Hear Me
Friend, who told me to close my laptop, because gangsters with yo-yos were making me bust out in German class: I'm sorry. I thought you had forgotten about me. Not entirely, but, in a way. Kind of like a kid freshly moved from home forgets their parents. You made new friends. It's okay, they were there, I … Continue reading I’m A Bad Friend
One day I'll make my father proud. Not because I want to make him regret not being a part of my life, or being besides me when I needed a father most. But because I want him to be happy that I'm alive and his, and know that I love him. One day I'll make … Continue reading One Day
It's being afraid that everyone is getting ready to tell you you're wrong. Wrong in how you think, wrong in what you do, wrong in how you live, wrong in what you believe, wrong in what you know, wrong for just existing, but most of all, wrong for what you feel-- and having no logical … Continue reading Social Anxiety
My news dip for today: ISIS still wants to rule the world. Some teenager did something beyond stupid, into cruel. Someone that was suppose to love their victim, killed them instead. A few more children are tossed under the wheels of a bus no one wants to ride. And finally our politics are really screwed … Continue reading Are We Afraid to Say ‘Evil’?
He doesn't like poetry, because it's all just white noise, emitted by a human heart that was never accurate in the first place. He moves by code, numbers, graphs, and the clever voices arguing politics over the radio. There's no room for what he calls 'sentimentality.' But I am made of poetry, sometimes buzzing just … Continue reading He Doesn’t Like Poetry
He left behind a metal shop, this man who nature calls my father. All lasers, all tech, all connected via motherboards and towers full of chips. And I can't help but think, this was his. This was his world, where he dreamed, where he created... what? Why do I know so little? If someone were … Continue reading Metal Shop
Author T.S. Lowe 