October 27, 2014

Figment

Figment
Imagine everything. Do anything.
11.17.2014



"This book is like if Dr. Seuss was writing for our generation - hilarious, insane and really heartfelt." - Milo Stevens

October 14, 2014

Sleeping Vicariously Through You

Sleeping Vicariously Through You



Voices echo unusually loud in the auditorium at 9 am. They bellow in psychological array of a mass delivery of [semi] important information. There are limits, pay attention. Someone keeps parking in the wrong lot. The inbox is not for suggestions. Corporate wants numbers. The coffee is bitter but does its job. It was free. My brain is elsewhere; with a heart at home still in bed, pillows wrapped around her head. Sales are better in the fall. Last quarter we were up, and now we’re down. Substantial memory loss is unavoidable at this hour of day. It all comes down to the numbers. Words blend together like never ending palindromes that bounce off the walls. My eyelids are heavy, my blood pumps through my veins like syrup. Timesheets need to be submitted by 2 pm. My heart operates remotely - from between bedsheets with envy. I am in control of my breathing. Data doesn't rest, even if our bodies need to. One, two, three, fourth quarter's a charm. In, out, repeat


October 7, 2014

Dimensional Evolution

Here is something I wrote after being inspired by a conversation with my current 6th graders. It's called "Dimensional Evolution."


The sun rises sideways and clogs thought pores. Some feathery clouds expel acrossed its face like a bedsheet stained by blueberries. I am foggy and dripping with positive vibrations that rattle my teeth with a smile. Electricity runs through to my fingertips. Sounds pasted with sand fade out over the shorebreak into the ocean and die somewhere over the Atlantic. All of time and existence have led to this moment. It is a product of the everything and the nothing. It is one of many final answers. And here is me. I am an dimensional solution to an evolutionary problem. Any productivity I might have is micromanaged by subconsciousness. Focus is driven by a greater plane existence. There’s probably a 3-D model of it somewhere. Not that I need it at the moment. I am horizontal, though I’ve always desired to be vertical. There are teenagers in my classes that can hold intellectual conversation better than some adults I know. They will certainly stand vertically one day.