sometimes I write almond themed poetry
- Top Story - November 2023
Fishkeeping in the DesertTop Story - November 2023
Yellow light becomes absorbed underwater at around thirty-five feet deep, but the air is golden and alive. It shimmers around tanks and walls, like a mirage in the desert. Vast and rolling mounds of sand stretch far and wide, with exclusive spots of unattainable soil. I work in one such spot of richness. This artificial oasis draws in parched crowds, thirsting for connection, community, escape. Thirsting for water.
Fishkeeping / The Glass (v3)
Yellow light becomes absorbed underwater at around thirty-five feet deep. That golden, shallow American Dream. An attractive shimmer at the surface, intriguing enough to dive in. If you just keep swimming, if you reach far enough and kick hard enough and hold your breath long enough, you might even touch it. Nevermind the serpent who guards it, has claimed it as theirs alone. The moray that always craves more, or the venomous krait chasing its own greatness. Nevermind not being able to breath. There are no lifeguards and you chose to swim. Wouldn’t we all argue that you swam at your own risk, knowing we would never make such a blunder ourselves? Next, it’s green that gets absorbed. Of course it’s green behind the American Dream, capitol driven, paid for by those who profit on the naive. On the green, sixty-five feet deep! Those brightly-scaled serpents, who reached treasure first. One day soon, you’ll drop your legs and become one of them. It’s a given that you are due your serpentine splendor. The entire ocean lies at your feet, as long as you drop them to the sea floor. Blue light is what reaches the deepest. Beyond it all, we’re still under fucking water.
Book Club: Frankenstein
I fought to defend Frankenstein’s creature as if my own life depended on it. This was during my first read in a high school literature class, before understanding that Max (as I preferred to call him, as he was unfairly unnamed) was essentially an incel and not completely innocent of blame.
Sharks in a Movie Theater
Ten years later, who among us would bat an eyelash at the concept of sharks in a tornado? Sharknado took the world by storm in 2013, and the unique creativity of the film was highlighted on the big screen. I live forever with a chunk bitten out of my heart.
The Glass (version 2)
If walls could talk, they would choose not to. Their purpose is obedient division, and the only way to succeed is blindly. There is safety for them in their unshakable apathy. You are meant to believe they exist to elevate, to hold up the world for you, but they only stand to separate and corner your most vulnerable. Every wall ignores those who use them to hide and spy, to make sure you can not see past what someone else deems enough. If they didn’t, they would crumble under the guilt of supporting not the great wide world, but a devious system. That system wants you to believe the walls do not feel, so I ask you to accept that neither do I.