The Heavy

The End

It’s strange being here at the end of all things. I remember being a child and the thought of the end of the world was so foreign. Even really until a few years ago. But the last couple of years has made it fairly...

Not Quite Poetry

Passion(s) or Barf

Well it’s December and I didn’t get a single thing published this year. I got my last NO last week and i’ve got some writers block so they’re probably related. Being a writer is hard. There’s very little in it for...

Unemployment

Lost

So I haven’t had a steady job since the end of 2019. It isn’t a problem money wise, I get that. But I fear, I fear of becoming obsolete. “Amor Fati- Love your fate” “What horrifies me most is the idea of being...

Not Quite Poetry

A Shitty Professor I Once Had

A Shitty Professor If Mark Luce ever reads this, I want you to know I hate you. I think you are a shitty person deep down in your heart and guts. I think you made this delusional place for yourself on this earth...

Not Quite Poetry

Not on the Spectrum

So, I got another “No” from a writing contest. I was sad, but nothing extreme like I am prone to do. Instead I got philosophical, which I’m also prone to do. What if I’m just bad at the things I like to do. With...

The Heavy

Death: Spooky?

I find myself thinking of a friend who died last October. It’s almost a year and yet I can see everything like it was yesterday. People’s clothes, the stupid music her phony parents picked. Mostly I remember my...

Not Quite Poetry

Sell Out

I was in Dallas this past weekend. It was for my best friend’s birthday. And…we drove. The theme song was Kiss Me More by that cat lady (the one song on my playlist all four of us knew). Had a really good time. My...