Rough fingertips, worn and calloused Touch the air and tell me otherwise They have pulled a trigger And caressed the luminous silk of An infant’s head. The have massaged a heart that stopped beating - To no avail And cracked the fingers of a rival in a whirlpool Of spiral fractures. They have made music... Continue Reading →
A Capstone piece for Literary Theory. I have come to love the field of Narratology, so here is my exploration into it.
Imagine if you will waves of Eminem running in sync with Mozart, Bing Crosby and Mexican Polka. Crescendo meets profanity, Sonorous hum and accordion keys resonate in a voiceless disregard impacting leaded crystal in high C with no sound. That's what shatters, not the body, nor the internal working organs that seem to hurt and crack,... Continue Reading →