This is a paper I wrote on Frank O' Hara, a gay American poet. Wrote it in about an hour and a half if I remember correctly. I got an A along with heaps of praise from my professor, who officially became my fan after reading this paper. I've never had such an attentive professor.…
Open doors
I crack open my door, in secret hopes that you would peek inside to catch a glimpse of intrigue. Maybe even put a foot there to keep it from drifting shut. But don't you know that each time I openthe door, chilly drafts blow right in? The air rushing in moves the dying embers, orange…
Raspberry intrigue
Her hair was elegant in its dark simplicity. Silken, it bounced youthfully and cheerily just above her shoulders. I was walking past a large corporate media building in Manhattan with my brother. Mymouth moved in conversation, but my eyes were drawn to hers. Set into a pretty face, pale and smooth, were a pair of…
Goddamned novel
I'm not sure if it's writer's block or what, but writing this novel seems to be a great deal more challenging than my screenplay. Two pages in and I can't make an impression. I sound like shit.I write like shit. There's nothing powerful about my words. I don't know...I know I'm a verbose and lengthy…
Reclusiveness
As Penn and Teller once explained, jugglers start as socially aware children who go outside and learn juggling with other children; magicians are misfits who stay in the house and teach themselves magic tricks out of spite. I'm sure we all can see which one I am. I find myself sinking back into bitterness. I…
