Happy Mother’s Day.
Prose, Poetry, Punk Rock and Politics via Philadelphia, PA. I'm 21 and in college. Life is kind of weird. You're welcome to live it vicariously with me.
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Anonymous asked: Are you in a band and if not would you be interested in starting one (melodic hardcore/indie pop punk)? I'm a guitarist and my friend's a bassist, we live in South Philly.
I’m not currently in a band. My last band is on indefinite break because of logistics. But that kind of music sounds fun and I’d give it a try. But why anon?
Anonymous asked: How are you? And I'm asking for an actual answer, not just as a pleasantry.
In short; I’m doing well. If you’re actually interested in how I’m doing beyond that message me off Anon and we’ll talk.
Anonymous asked: I wish you wouldn't smoke.
I agree, I wish i wouldn’t smoke either. I am going to make a serious effort to quit cold turkey this summer. If that fails I will turn to patches and gums after I graduate in the fall. I’ve just heard horror stories about quitting aids so i’ve been reluctant.
Performance Art
A Flash Fiction piece I wrote that will be appearing in the 2013 issue of Hyphen, Temple University’s Undergrad literary magazine.
Well I could definitely use some encouragement today.
Anonymous asked: Have you made any new friends yet?
Still working on it. Wanna be my friend?
I need to make some new friends.
Cobbs Creek Blues
On 56th street, the rocky gravel between the parking lot and the sidewalk. a dead cat, it’s remains remain. Mouth open, eyes closed fur matted down. From December, January’s snow. From February, March’s rain. Too cold for flies, gnats.
persistent non-existence. Remains maintain.
I hear the eastbound train. I dig out my change.
Centralia
There is a part of history
in the commonwealth
long forgotten
where anthracite burns
under
ground
Where smoke rises
from c r a c k s in abandoned highways
closed off to all but the determined
where
our rubber souls will
melt
and
sink
into
compressed carbon hell
if you hold my hand
hell can claim us both
I will not fear the flames.
