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In a Creative Writing course that began today, we discussed James Joyce’s Finnegan’s Wake. As among the most difficult texts, it is a sprawling work of etymological wizardry, mythological references, and multiple emotional, fictional, and poetic layers. To say I understood some of it would even be false; it is a weighty treatise on the … Continue reading
The following was my submission for a short writing contest. I did not win. I did not expect to win. I could say that it is because I’m a loser and losers only know how to further lose, but I don’t want to seem like I’m fishing for sympathy or reactionary compliments. Instead, I post … Continue reading
Just yesterday, I found out I was growing up. Though such a realization may be late for a twenty-one year old to have, it came and went and now my bones rattle as I type. Each word is an epitaph. Each one is my last. This is how it happened. It was four in the … Continue reading
Below was written with the prompt: “It’s that time of the year again…” * It’s that time of year again, and Cain hated it. People were pale again. Not for fifteen years had they been this pale. And with each year, with each blizzard, each bleak season, they got worse. They diminished. They dwindled. And … Continue reading
I’ve been away, though I’m not sure what I’ve been away doing. Looking back on the summer, I see each week as though covered in a haze. Night and morning change with the ease of a light switch, and I find myself stuck trying to connect the blurs of the days into some coherent form. … Continue reading
The following was drafted for my thesis. The final copy was heavily edited. * In the beginning, God created the Heaven and the Earth, which most consider a pretty good start in comparison to the alternative. In the middle, God started to get a little antsy as he learned of places left unfinished since the … Continue reading
The following was written in anticipation of my thesis. The final copy was heavily changed. * It was five in the morning, and he had just finished writing the happiest story known to humankind. For a literary utopia, it was brief. The usual pretentious wankery of a writer wasn’t visible nor was it even needed. … Continue reading
Below is a piece I wrote regarding an incident that happened in Kuwait, where a Kazakhstani shooter won an event and rather than the national anthem, Borat’s parody played instead. I hate everything below. I post it to remind myself that people change but the stories we tell don’t – or at least, not if … Continue reading
It was my birthday and I showered in the cold. For one reason or another, the heater didn’t seem to be working in the house. The faucet instead bled ice and each elastic band I had for a limb stretched into the water hesitantly. I tried to wash myself quickly. The globe around me was … Continue reading
It’s been a year. We’ve grown. We’ve made mistakes. I have written to you, my blog, for exactly 365 days. I guess all I can say is we’re old farts now. It’s been nice. We’ve had a relatively symbiotic relationship, although in truth, you really haven’t said anything at all to me. It’s been a … Continue reading
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