Hasta la Victoria Siempre!

"Are we done yet?" The question resonates through my mind like a loud echo through a cave filling up quickly by the Fundy tide. "Of course we are not done yet you scavenger!" bellows through the resonance. Who is he? This scallywag who follows about yet nobody knows like a bottle collector who passes out on the living room couch and is assumed to know somebody in the general vicinity. He throws a stone close to my head and sets off a frantic rage in the depths of my soul. I begin to splash about… Continue

He awoke to a turning sensation in his stomach that disrupted any amount of pleasure that would have otherwise been felt by the cool spring breeze drifting in from an open window. It was mid-afternoon on a weekday, but sleeping in tends to lead to the blissful but disorienting habit of forgetting what mornings are. The day was half over for most of the labour force but it was just starting for the dregs of society. The stomach pains were apparently a result of a combination of whiskey, cigarette… Continue

Have you ever woken up some days wondering, "What the hell is going on?". Things seem off kilter and out of balance. Maybe the universe seems like it has deceptively shifted into an alternative reality. Or some quantum perplexity has thrown you off of your daily routine. It could be something small and barely noticeable, or possibly something bigger that shatters your previously held perceptions of reality. It could just be some general neurotic feeling that is most likely natural in any semi-co… Continue

Amanda Kernshaw no longer gets her mail here
And I walk through the doors
I don't care
She may though
We all need mail

The cold brisk wind smacks me in the face
Someone in Miami is sitting on the beach
As I sip my whiskey
And think about the spring

Stained pants are not fit to wear in public
But the people who notice
Are always the squares

The bus is crowded
With inquisitive eyes
Looking at each other
But looking at nobody

Make sure to look occupied
While doing absolutely nothing
Because tha… Continue

I'm pissed off and you should be too. Not at anything of your own doing, but of political and economic circumstances and a blood-thirsty zeal by the Israeli war machine. The rage builds up inside against the greedy, ignorant, and blatantly oppressive actions of a colonizing country. It builds up even greater when they are supported by our leaders' actions (as well as funds in the U.S.’s case). This extreme feeling of unjustness builds up until you can take it no longer. No wonder there is so muc… Continue