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“In Memory of Randy H.,” “Like This,” and “My Son”
In Memory of Randy H. Hippo---your teenage nickname said, shouted, mumbled, mouthed, breath wandering into the world in the days your orange Cutlass…
The Sound of Music
It was a pain to wake again. To witness scenes and images you couldn't bypass. To hear the sound of static, the shrill sound of metal colliding, and…
January 23rd
Six years. Over 2,000 days, 72 months, and God only knew how many minutes. The world still continued to spin, completely indifferent to the pain and…
Sweethearts
In school, Edward had a huge crush on Torrie. Not high school, no; this story dates back to elementary school. Even back then, she thought he was…
“When Father Knew Best,” “Baby’s First Protest: Uh-Oh,” and “After Seeing Toulouse-Lautrec’s Poster ‘Can-Can'”
When Father Knew Best Monsignor Dugan called us into the hall said, you saw a dirty movie tell your mothers, You must leave Girl Scouts or St. Mary's…
In the Shadow of Watts Towers, Part 2
III. Our principal, Dr. Rawls, was an aloof WASP, choir leader at his San Fernando Presbyterian church, and some sort of alderman in an all-white…
Not for the Faint of Ear: An Analysis of the Mars Volta’s The Bedlam in Goliath
The Bedlam in Goliath by the Mars Volta (Universal Motown Records/Gold Standard Laboratories, January 2008) Have you seen the living? Tired of their…
“Moonblood,” “Liar, Liar,” and “Monstrare”
Moonblood Stark night blooming full moon Aggrandizing expanding embellishing Stars and cars colliding marking a child With great expectations Moon…
My Love and Peace Letter to Greyhound, Part 4
Bus 1306, 6:55 AM, January 6, 2011---5:25 AM, January 7, 2011 I arrived in Denver, Colorado with a two hour layover. Let me take a minute to describe…
