Not every day needs to be profound. Sometimes, quiet moments reveal more about who we are than all the noise we chase.
Field Notes
Quick thoughts, passing ideas, and the occasional epiphany scribbled on metaphorical napkins. These aren’t polished essays—they’re dispatches from the brain in motion.
Outgrown Shells
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,As the swift seasons roll!Leave thy low-vaulted past!Let each new temple, nobler than the last,Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,Till thou at length art free,Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!...
Redemption in a Stanza
As an arrogant and ignorant adolescent and teen, I disdained many of the fine arts, or at least large portions of them. It wasn’t because I had not been exposed to them; perhaps my rejection was based more upon the fact that I had been exposed to them. You know,...
“A Fire in the Throat of July”
This isn’t your fireworks-and-flag-waving Fourth of July poem. A Fire in the Throat of July explores the American Revolution not as a flawless triumph, but as a messy, powerful reckoning—a nation born from ideals it struggled to meet, and a fire still burning through generations. For those craving nuance with their liberty, this one’s for you.
And the “Most-Overrated” award goes to…!
Funnel cake coma,screaming child kicks my kneecap—Mickey owes me bail. Haikus are like amusement parks — they look like fun to the ignorant and uninformed. But in reality, they are overrated, overpriced, and ridiculous…but somehow fun. Loop-de-loop of death,my hotdog...