Writings

  • Poetry - Writings

    I Hate Your Poem

    July 3, 2017 - By 

    I hate your poem – that spittle you call verse The pustular oozing of emotional soothing broken, gnarled and terse I hate your poem – and it’s childish rhyme scheme Your dutiful pattern so beaten and battered Like an unspeakable crime scene I hate your poem – in all its…

  • Crypto - Writings

    Expressing the Future of Finance

    June 9, 2017 - By 

    Imagine the future when almost every cause, company, and even people have their own currency. Think of it the same way most companies and many individuals today have their own domain names, Twitter accounts, and Facebook pages. Billions upon billions of expressions by people creating and sharing what they love…

  • By Unnamed photographer for Bain News Service David Shapinsky [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
    Rant - Writings

    Unspoken Aspects of Unemployment

    March 8, 2017 - By 

    The scene wasn’t pretty. Me, in my boxers, unwashed, undressed, and sweating against a humid DC summer. I had just congealed in front of the computer for an amount of time well past inordinate. Shuffling pixels around enough to trick my poor monkey mind into thinking I was accomplishing something…

  • Poetry - Writings

    Found in an attic drawer

    September 1, 2016 - By 

    A plotter, a planner, a doubting calculator. Keys stuck – pressed too hard in Ohio. Attics hold secrets and humidity. Futons creak with photos taken a year ago. Its now more act than action. more stage than show. “What do you want?” is the echoing poison, the black crystal I…

  • Rant - Writings

    The Modern Job Hunt

    September 22, 2014 - By 

    So, I’ve been meaning to write this post for a very long time. I have been searching for a job for roughly a year. I thought about doing the post in parts and pieces as I interviewed with companies like Facebook, Dropbox, and Palantir, but I never had a solid…

  • Rant - Writings

    Google.__init__

    October 29, 2013 - By 

    Interview 1 The phone wouldn’t ring. It was time for my first interview with Google. An empty notepad ready to go. My notes prepared with delicious anecdotes and resume accomplishments. The latest brainteaser jostling in my head. Any potential stress knocked out by a jaunt at the gym. I was…

  • Poetry - Writings

    Already Zombies

    October 28, 2012 - By 

    The graveyard is filled with lovers The bars are filled with bones We search for hearts in empty cages And always go home alone A Mausoleum lover Silent as a tomb I’ve been dead already Since the day you left the room We make love to corpses Our hands unclean…

  • Poetry - Writings

    complacency

    July 28, 2012 - By 

    We’d rather be distracted than informed. Entertained opposed to educated. We have a congress full of millionaires, yet we call them representative. What we consider news isn’t even obligated to be true ( It must only sell ad time.) The food we eat doesn’t even have to be labeled imitation.…

  • Poetry - Writings

    Lost Souls

    March 28, 2012 - By 

    I once walked with my Father every Sunday. When other children filled wooden pews listening to robed men and choral prayers, I held my Father’s hand and we listened to the world. He would let me choose a direction. I liked South the best, if felt like going home. On…

  • Poetry

    The New World

    March 30, 2011 - By 

    The last kiss. His lips were like the relationship. Cracked and dry. The wind was bitter and the car vents were sweet. Only because they were warm, like his lips. She said it was hard to leave him. But she did that in August on a blue scooter. It was…