My Opinions

How Sausage Party is a Religious Film.

DISCLAIMER: Full of spoilers, so if you have not watched and plan on doing so (it is on Netflix) then stop here. I know I'm probably late to the party, the Sausage Party that is, but I actually found the movie to be quite thought-provoking. From the previews I thought it would just be a fun and… Continue reading How Sausage Party is a Religious Film.

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Short Stories

Live Inside the Prison with Mad Max.

My name is Maxwell Smith, age 40, white male. But call me Max. Whatever you do, do not call me Mad Max or Mental Max like the rest of the world. When you write about me and cite me, call me Max. Just Max. The Warden took this hour for the interview out of my… Continue reading Live Inside the Prison with Mad Max.

Short Stories

Gorilla War

I was only able to grab one thing from my apartment before it’s swallowed up by a starving hole in the ground. Of course as soon as my boyfriend and I are on the brink of everything we talked about during college, the world is crashing and burning. I had dreams we would get married,… Continue reading Gorilla War

My Poetry

Cracks

What is narrow? The cracks between the concrete squares of the sidewalk are narrow. As much as people are looking down on their phone, we never seem to notice those cracks...   They say if you step on a crack, you break your mother's back. However, if you step on a crack, you may just… Continue reading Cracks

My Poetry

Predestination

What triggered your contempt for us?   Was it seeing the white skin wrapped around the figure of the God you idolize that caused you to ridicule our blackness and treat us like we are monsters?   Or were you simply injected with spite at birth, so you birthed the white God to try to make us feel disgusted with… Continue reading Predestination

My Poetry

Golden Girl

I am not your trophy... I am not here to be shown off, glorified, or acknowledged when your friends and co-workers come around only to be thrown in a box in your dark basement any other day. See, you probably don't see the difference between me and the golden inanimate object because you're not in… Continue reading Golden Girl

My Poetry

Bullets.

Flying high through the sky.   Flying through schools. Flying through churches.   Flyinf through stores. Flying through night clubs. Flying through running marathons. Flying through airports. Flying through windows. Flying through the streets.     Flying through cars. Flying through restaurants. Flying through offices. Flying through homes. Flying through you! Flying through me!  … Continue reading Bullets.

My Dreams While I Sleep

The Gorilla War

And yes, I mean gorilla, not guerilla... I don't know what I watched before I went to sleep last night, but I had the craziest dreams. I am so grateful that I am able to remember my wild dreams and be able to tell them. Anyways...   In my dream last night, all of humanity… Continue reading The Gorilla War