The Paisano

How Do You Relax?

January 21, 2015

I do enjoy a bit of fun here and there. I find it quite relaxing in the face of all my work and stress. Surprising to some, my fun has mostly come through enjoying a light nap in a sunny field. Just basking in that sunlight feels so damn good, y’know? But of course, the weather isn’t all too fa...

Creative Writing: Coffeehouse Nebula

December 9, 2014

Here’s a story of a few friends coming together in a project of love, friendship and a free-for-all brawl. Indeed, a wonderful tale. Now, we start our tale with two of my friends and me— students of the nearby university—as we walked into a recent café around the block. “Quit pushing...

Creative Writing: Juxtaposition

December 2, 2014

There are three cement rectangles Completely solid and three inches thick One Blue, One Black and One Blank The three walls connect together and form an open square But there is a fourth wall Bars Smooth, silver bars Cylindrical, three inches thick There are 14 Spread thre...

Waiting For Her

April 8, 2014

As I cling to a branch I watch as all of my brothers and sisters are suspended with me. Dawn approaches, the dewy droplets drip down my side while the light breeze sneezed. Paradise encloses around us as the bright sun turns off the dark and makes everything revisable. A ...

A la Primavera (To Spring)

February 25, 2014

A la Primavera (To Spring) Dear small birds, all of you perched Singing wildly free Your unfettered songs unrehearsed. Thank you for bringing lovely things to me! You see...winter got up and finally left. My feet touched the spring-touched floor. Joy is protected from theft. “Heart, extend. ...

Senseless

February 4, 2014

"Just hop in Lolita, and tell Sam the Man all your problems," Sam said, leaning out of his car window and unleashing a toothy smile. Sam and Whit have been best friends since Sam threw a live frog at Whit in second grade. Sam named his car Lolita because it's eleven-years-old and a tease; it neve...

Afternoon Mornings

January 28, 2014

Light taps, impatiently on the windowsill an unwelcome guest for bedroom activities Afternoon digestions avoid Recycled conversations Of weather and whether While silence breathes heavy Over Technicolor vapors Uninvited, the intruder seeps through the seams. faulty manifestations fade of sin...

As I Stand on the Shoulders of Lost Hopes

January 21, 2014

As I stand on the shoulders of lost hopes, I can see the dusk-colored peep hole In the horizon line of my sight. I hear deafening words and they start to mumble; I reach for the light but I feel the shoulders start to crumble. Deafening words like “can’t,” and “won’t,” ...

The Cycle Repeats

September 10, 2013

The glow of the plastic girl is blurry, as she wants to be metallic. She lives as a princess leah; dodging every shot from the laser guns. But she’s sadly mistaken. She dreams of talking lions & milky clouds. She touches the grey walls and they turn red. She paints the pic...

A Fable: The Ant, the Bee, the Firefly, and the Worm

September 3, 2013

One day, the lowly worm invited his friends to eat with him. Among his friends were an ant, a bee, and a firefly. After their meal, there began a discussion of who was the most important based on their abilities. “I am the most organized and my army can move things many times its size...