Driven
Not veering off into an oncoming car is just a social contract.
Not veering off into an oncoming car is just a social contract.
This may be the last post I’ll write from Honduras.
$39 for a month of unlimited classes. Tempting.
I think it would do us all some good to step back from the ever present glow of our TVs, computers, and fluorescent lights, and embrace again the darkness of the night.
Our nation, our culture, our American Empire that we lust after so voraciously does indeed oppress the needy.
My poems in The Open Mic served an analogous purpose: they underscored the prowess of other poets in the group.
We got a dog.
And I know this is a kids’ show. Gritty realism is not always necessary or cool.
I wonder if there is not a bit of wisdom in learning to control and interpret the metaphorical silences that intersperse our lives.
Working on an organic farm had sounded like a fun, enriching way to bridge the gap between the end of my sophomore year and the beginning of my summer job at Calvin.