I walked along the school hallways. out the front doors. two men sat across the street, asking if i'd seen their dog. a pup, half pitbull half chow. i said no. but i would look out for it. a child's broken playphone lay on the ground. it was a picture opportunity i had to pass by for a lack of camera. at the corner, sat a small grocer. the black people were confused. asked if i was from around here. i said "yeah...i'm from around here. i come around. go around. i'm around." the man looked ang...

I walked along the school hallways. out the front doors. two men sat across the street, asking if i'd seen their dog. a pup, half pitbull half chow. i said no. but i would look out for it. a child's broken playphone lay on the ground. it was a picture opportunity i had to pass by for a lack of camera. at the corner, sat a small grocer. the black people were confused. asked if i was from around here. i said "yeah...i'm from around here. i come around. go around. i'm around." the man looked ang...

life doesn't hand me lemons. it hands me moldy green oranges. what the hell am i supposed to do with these? -map

i'll make you a deal. i'll give you something. and you give something of equal value back. no more. no less. ever equal. now the question resides in, who among us know the value of things like this. things that contain with them memories. scenes from an old silent picture. black and white with red propaganda on our minds. the only person who would is the man no among us. instead, he lives in his own little hut. and everything is equivalent. everything.

Being a Roman Catholic teen in today’s society, especially in a public school with large religious diversity, is very hard. Being a Roman Catholic teaches you to be a loner. You don’t get out much. People don’t really talk to you, not necessarily because you’re Catholic. They probably don’t know or care about that. But you separate yourself so much from “the scene” that it moves on without you. In silence, I say more to my peers than words could. I know that when I decide to sit with people a...

life doesn't hand me lemons. it hands me moldy green oranges. what the hell am i supposed to do with these? -map

my discomfort with today writes itself inside the cracks in the road and in between the cold stars. the evening curls around my walk around the block like a chaste couple snuggling but untouched. when we get near home my dog she is restless on her leash.

when i am with you i can hear the echo of the big bang, the history of itself takes naps with us. we sleep well in these circumstances. i'm glad the universe trapped us so close to each other. -map

we shoot through the times like blades of glass. keeping our fingers warm in each other's pockets. looking at the sun and wondering what power is above it. you don't like the beach, but i'll pull you by the wrist into it. we'll build sandcastles with our toes. the waves will be jealous of our movements -map

you and i in one body would also contain several vitamins and minerals. lovely Gotu kola. we have a healthy life together. -map