Creative Works

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9; Cybertorture II round a narrow footpathonto a gravel road…there the trees have made a tunneland I pass beneath the branches.A windy day,with storms...

Finals Week Speech

It's the final countdown, final call Final soft thud of my head against the wall Full throttled abstention Just one week to go I'm google over-drive And it's starting to...

What does it mean to be CSUMB alumni?

This question has crossed my mind multiple times within the past month. As graduation approaches my timeline next semester, I seem to ponder the...

I May Never Read Again

This morning I sat down for my regimented skim. Today, The New Yorker, December 7th issue, The Talk of the Town. How I’d landed on this...

The Reflecting Pool

I’ve tried to ditch the narcissism That defined me from my youth Up until my later years, as a grown-ass man-child The one I am today, and...