Onna, Italy, 2009. While roaming around all alone, I found myself jolted from the ground beneath me, vibrating through the air violently. On the way back down though, in the most unearthly of ways, the earth around me lit up. Giant, vibrant orbs of every shade of every color I’ve ever encountered in this lifeContinue reading “The Earth Shook Light”
Monthly Archives: November 2015
Somewhere in Ireland
Hidden deep within the crevices of my body is a small sliver of my being I let you dwell. I vowed to never let it grow again, so each year-each day, the section of me that’s you gets smaller. It gets smaller, but never small enough. That little part of you in me attacks every ounceContinue reading “Somewhere in Ireland”
mobsters who write
“In the end the guys hand gets chopped off.” “So?” “What do you mean, “so?” The guy doesn’t have a hand anymore.” “Sure it’s sad, but it’s not tragic or anything.” “Well, then how do you propose I end the story, Shakespeare?” “End it the same-just add another layer to it. Wow, surprised you evenContinue reading “mobsters who write”
Driving with Modernity
The technology of this generation is, at times, unsettling. Apple culture. Tablets. Apps. It’s all kind of weird, but completely commonplace. We’ve fully accepted these things as not only normal (this, of course, is the natural progression) but constantly desired. We want these things to encompass every aspect of our lives. Our technology doesn’t have aContinue reading “Driving with Modernity”
Regina Coeli
If Regina George from Tina Fey’s classic Mean Girls were a city, she would be London. There are a myriad of reasons why, but I will delve into them later. For now let’s go with the obvious. Regina, of course, means Queen in Latin, Italian, and Romanian. Regina is the Queen Bee of the PlasticsContinue reading “Regina Coeli”
Take Away The Details
The day of that party I walked up the stairs to your apartment, and a fourth of the way up it dawned on me the stairwell was unfamiliar to me. I couldn’t remember how many steps there were, or how to navigate them in the dark-something I easily mastered many drunken nights before. When I reached the top,Continue reading “Take Away The Details”
Review of “Persefone,” directed by Grazia Tricarico
If you never thought the words “necrophilia” and “gorgeous” could be in the same sentence, you haven’t seen “Persefone” yet. An official selection of the 26th annual New Orleans Film Festival, I had the honor of attending the screening a few weeks ago with the director, (e mia amica nuova), Grazia Tricarico. Although only about fifteen minutesContinue reading “Review of “Persefone,” directed by Grazia Tricarico”
Collecting Fire
Sometimes, you come in contact with someone that you relate to on a, for lack of a better term, cosmic level. But-you’re not meant to know them for long, or become their lover, you’re just meant to meet them. The reason usually isn’t clear why, and sometimes it never is, but the experience you haveContinue reading “Collecting Fire”
Where We Go
To Modern Plumbing, Caroline: I met you in the bathroom of the Glasshouse in Sligo. You told me your grandparents were buried by Yeats and that you wanted me to marry your brother. Then you freaked me out with a lecture on Northern Ireland and the Protestants, but at least we were drunk. At theContinue reading “Where We Go”
The Day the Eastern Seaboard Went to Sleep
The night the lights went out you took the Bic from my pocket and lit a Marlboro candle *** Our tobacco stained kitchen didn’t mind the loss of the fridge and the ice machine *** Didn’t interrupt our voices, because all that was left were my words waiting for yours *** We found that oldContinue reading “The Day the Eastern Seaboard Went to Sleep”
A Word I Haven't Found Yet 