Yes red. Yes you have my heart.
Yes to the chocolate. Yes to the cards.
Yes to the flowers. Yes to the gifts, but is that really it?
What you present shouldn... Read More
It’s hard to pinpoint the exact day where you stop feeling like just another person smushed on an LX and start thinking of New Brunswick as your home. It’s even... Read More
I am what some would politely call a 'delicate flower,' although I think pansy-ass is a more appropriate term. Once, I tried to learn how to play golf, and afte... Read More
This poem was written in memory of William R. McCaw
If life is a series of moments,
Then I hope to enjoy them like you did.
With a smile on my face
As pure ... Read More
In his report to the United Nations, Benjamin Whitaker remarks, “Groups subject to extermination have a right to receive something more helpful than tears and c... Read More
Dear Mom and Dad,
I am writing to you because it is what I know how to do best. Please don't take this as an impersonal, new age way of communication. You have... Read More
Put down your paintbrushes, close your copies of Wittgenstein, and take a breather glee kids, I know the play’s coming soon but I need you to rest those cords f... Read More