Peace eases the human condition.

Pretty disappointed with the current state of our culture, I wrote this to symbolize how we shut ourselves away from reality and create this fantasy world where only the things we want to happen do happen. The only way to defeat this phenomenon is if someone starts a fire. I will admit, the form is strange, but I think society is rather strange in and of itself.

A green poem written before being green was cool.

Nature is not the name of a few secrets
you and your senses are so proud of
All that you perceive is not even a glimpse
Of what the Universe holds for you in her fold!

Global disallocation of money.

This is a poem that I wrote for a creative writing task. It is based on T.S Eliot’s poetry.

In contrast to her modern work environment, she kept a primitive home. This way she escaped competition for social status and expectations and demands from others.

On Sunday the 28th of November Comcast customers freaked out from Main to Virgina when they weren’t able to get on the internet. It’s a funny story.

A poem inspired, to a degree, by the annual consumerism exhibition of the exploitation of the perpetual human need to attempt to fulfill the hole in their soul through the acquisition of more and more unneeded shit. Half off, of course.

A short fiction piece about a man who is unsettled by consumerism and his own choice to take part.