lost, a poem

It started when I stepped off the bus.

The overwhelming sensation
of pain, emptiness, and hesitation

of something lost and something hidden.

What is this?
I said
to myself, for there was nobody
or head there but the air.

I looked around
and the bus was leaving
and I thought to chase after it
but I knew
I knew

that what I was looking for wasn’t there.…


ACK, a poem

hello? are you there?

hey! i’m here! should we talk here?

yeah, this is fine.

by the way, could you share that file with me?

sure, here you go.

oh, here’s another bit.

and another bit.

ok, this is the last one.…

distance, a poem

There are some things in life that are absolute.

Death, for example
    death and taxes
      and the speed of light, I guess.

but some things are much more relative
like space
    and time
        and whether it’s true that you find me cute, funny and attractive, all at the same time.…

magic bean juice, a poem

this magic potion keeps me alive.

i remember the first time that i drank it.
drink this, he said. you’ll feel better.
i should have stopped
— I knew the risks, the pain, the effort —
i knew that it was going to hurt.…

new symptoms, a poem

have you developed any new symptoms
she asks with a gentle smile.

i smile back
just a little.

I’ve been feeling a lot better
i say; which may be
true or it may be a lie

what do i know?

The truth is
it has been so long
since i have felt good
or bad
or even just better

that i don’t even know what that means

we apologise for the inconveniences, a poem

Attention please.

Inbound train number
three. three. six.
is operating 15 to 25 minutes behind schedule

due to

positive train control issues

to accomodate boarding passengers

a lack of regard for the well-being of our customers

the systematic underfunding of our capital budget that has made maintenance difficult to impossible

the continued public subsidy for Americans to operate private cars instead of other means of transport

We apologise for any inconveniences caused.…

your attention please, a poem

your attention please
your ventra card may be expiring
so make sure your rides

Do it. Jump. It’ll be over soon.

register your card online at
Dot Com. …

love in your dreams, a poem

you’ll know you’re in love when you don’t want to fall asleep, for reality is far better than your dreams.

he said.

then i would say he doesn’t know me very well.

rose-tinted fries, a poem

He stepped into my world one day
or maybe I stepped into his
I don’t remember.

but what I do recall is the sweet
greasy, buttery, oily fries of those Five Guys
the burgers dripping into the rose-tinted air.

Like so many others, he was unremarkable
in the most memorable of ways
Just another guy who stood by himself within the crowd.…



            I can't stop him from coming to see me.

However much I pray, I plead, I beg and I believe, he comes.

Sometimes I know he’s coming. There’s the shiver of the back, the creeping dread, the sixth sense that says he’s around, although I can’t see him.…


how many

how many more kids have to die before we begin to say that taking away guns might mean we kill fewer children

how many more schools need to have bullet holes before we decide we don’t want another shooting at a school ever again

how many of our children have to watch their friends and siblings be killed at the place they learn to grow up before we look at other countries and realise their dying isn’t a fact of life

how many more kids have to grow up before their time

how many more lives have to be broken

how many…

Life Writing


Photo by Evandro Saroka on Unsplash

I am a pilot — trapped within the prison of my own body;
Never to leave;
And as I am the only voice in my head, I find myself
often feeling or thinking as if I am the only one in the world

a weird, wonderful, dangerous place.…



“Wide angle shot of an elevated train speeding through the Chicago skyline.” by Sawyer Bengtson on Unsplash

when i first walked
into that room, wondering whether
i would be accepted

we speak the same words yet they mean so different
we think the same ideas yet
and yet
either the world was not ready for these ideas or i was not ready for the
arch we walked under
space jam

i don’t remember
i can’t remember
i don’t want to remember
who it is that i was
to become

i wanted to get away from my past
my roots
but it’s funny, isn’t it, for the things that i want to leave behind
are exactly the things that i can’t
alternative facts

hospital and er
and health insurance
and never telling anybody
it was bad
really bad

we kissed
it was good
really good

it was such a
and then suddenly, too many of
hiring more faculty
growing program

then bay area
san francisco
44 Montgomery
it rains for weeks and weeks and then it’s
curries and paninis and sushis and Tenderloin and Union Square and Nob Hill and the Ferry Building and the MUNI and the BART and the Civic Center and Kearny and Powell and 38 Geary and Golden Gate Park and Crissy Field and Golden Gate Bridge and E Embarcadero and J Church and Coit Tower

come and go
come and go
are you one of mine now?…


How not to have an opinion

Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

By a journalism student, professionally expected to have no opinions

How to have an opinion

  1. Read. Read books, read reviews, read the newspaper. Read websites. Learn about the world around you and how it relates to yourself.