Cold Notion

a taste of honey that turns sour upon fear's impulse; where something of (in)substance used to flower, does this memory of warmth belong? I would always be, longing, I would always linger upon a trace of something that felt like summer, yet even then, it felt like summer's absence of something that I could never …

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“A Second Paradise”

I look deep among the vines that entwine the forests of our second eden; into the oceanic paradise - on the roll of a dice, gamble away this priceless garden (never yours) leaving your stain of toxicity, oil through water weeds of plastic spread and choke flowers with poison [money is the fruit you cannot …

Book Review: Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road”

On the Road¬†(1957) comprises the characteristic freedom of the Beat Generation, a post-war literary movement with a title coined by Kerouac. On the flipside of the American Dream, narrator Sal Paradise (autobiographical to Kerouac) tours America's raw underbelly on a "beatific" odyssey¬†with the neurotic Dean Moriarty (modeled off Neal Cassady). 'The road' is as addictive …

fragments of writing

Fragment I white roses on autumn leaves; [seek true light first, before] staring into the sun - or sweetbitterness that ages like wine in my veins. since the first leaves scattered between cracks in the pavement, as I wrote doubts between the lines, when - it's enough - enough - [glass] "The cities swept about …