On Living with Darkness | Draft One

The first time the lie slipped out of my mouth I knew I had found my safe haven. I told everyone I left New York because I needed the change. I answered every question like it was no big deal; like, “Yeah, it was time for a change,” as if my heart started to yearn for something new—started to yearn for another adventure, one that would push me into the unknown once more.

On Writing And Love | January 30, 2015

I remember a couple of trips I made from Grand Central to New Rochelle; it felt like nothing could go wrong in my life. It felt like I really had it all—a great job, health, and the love of my life. Now I find myself waiting for the train in Surbiton station in Bumfuck, Kingston-Upon-Thames in the pouring rain with a useless umbrella—the train that will get me to Waterloo Station in 15 minutes—and think, Did I really leave New York for this?

On Writing and Love | Entropy Magazine, 2015

I remember a couple of trips I made from Grand Central to New Rochelle; it felt like nothing could go wrong in my life. It felt like I really had it all—a great job, health, and the love of my life. Now I find myself waiting for the train in Surbiton station in Bumfuck, Kingston-Upon-Thames in the pouring rain with a useless umbrella—the train that will get me to Waterloo Station in 15 minutes—and think, Did I really leave New York for this?

 

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Words for You | January 2015

And your lips shone a light

on my ugliest scars

and kissed them goodnight.

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned | January 10, 2015

Sometimes you want to write but don’t feel like writing. So you sit down and write anyway, but all you see is the ugliest of letters forming the ugliest of words, that sick wrongly in front of your eyes.

I think this is one of those times:

One Last 2014 Haiku

I used to believe in love.

But then I realized I was just an airport,

and you were a plane.

Thirty-six Lashes

Thirty-six lashes on my body, starting from my back. Thirty-six—never thirty-nine—for it was Christ who got thirty-nine and my name should not be allowed to be used anywhere near His.

Where I Stood [Updated, December 21, 2014]

To the one who stands where I stood:

I once slept by her side, too. Your side of the bed was once mine.

You Know I Call That Home | Draft One

There is a New York City apartment right around the corner of 84^th and York that I call home.

Writings #2

They fought from the moment they left the restaurant up until they entered their hotel room. They fought from the corner of 19th and 10th all the way up to room 907 on 28th between 6th and 7th.