Mask Off
In an era of self-exploration, it becomes extremely difficult to identify who or what my self is, since it takes on so many shapes depending on who I’m with or where we are or both.
You Can’t Destroy Me: A Comprehensive Memoir of the Legacy of Dort Thomas Teddy
After one too many flings into the pond, rainy nights left outside, and one malicious dirt-biking incident involving my older cousin Adam, Dort looked like your typical horror movie puppet.
I Tried to Read Infinite Jest in Two Months and Failed Miserably
But that Saturday, while I was still in bed, I got another call from my mom. I knew from her first word the reason she was calling. Very early that morning, my grandfather had died in his sleep. I wept.
The Kingdom Belongs to Such as These
By mid morning, the classroom was really heating up. I turned on every available fan, shut off the the overhead lights, and opened the windows.
The Cast Iron Cult
You identify them by
their burnt fingertips.
Melodrama: Lorde’s Patient Pop
Lorde made a name for herself taking down pop culture, but what would she do now that the world knew her name? Now that she was pop culture?
A Dramatic Reading of a Real Break Up Letter
Dear Anxiety,
It’s not me. It’s definitely you.
Mega Screen
Two weeks ago, in the lead-up to a concert, I got to read poetry off a video screen that was larger than the end zone of a football field.
They Call Me Genleevia
Genleevia is a Level 97 Warrior. She rides proudly atop a golden gryphon and wields her morning star against foes like the Wind-Worker and Vice the Shadow Wyrm.
The Literal German Word
I was satisfied in my decision. There was thrill in riding without a ticket. And I was convinced that what I was doing was right. I was in line with the spirit of the law, even if the law had no spirit.
