Monday, November 25, 2013

Essay #7 - Lorenzo Valla's Discourse

Continuing my mad content dump on this blogsite, we have here a brief essay about Lorenzo Valla and the Donation of Constantine - and what this may have told us about Renaissance Italy.

And since Valla's commentary on the Document has to be seen to be believed, you can check it out here.

Coming Up Soon - Discourses on the Rob Ford Scandal and the Advent of Colonialism, as well as more honest-to-god stories.

For the time being, however, you get whatever this is...

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Short Story #12 - Dr. Destructor

Some of my readers will recognize this character from a piece I wrote for a certain student-published creative writing collection. I recently remembered that he existed and decided to write a couple of quick pieces about him.

I...do worry that I'm valuing quantity over quality with this blogsite, however, and in any case my life is about to become very, very busy due to an influx of work and the goal of completing a rough draft for an upcoming novella contest.

In any case, here you go!

Hope you all enjoy it!

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Short Story #9 - Night Driving

As part of a desperate bid to increase the quantity of my posts at the possible risk of affecting their quality, have another older piece of mine.

Have Fun!

Monday, February 4, 2013

Poem #1 - Thread

(Based on a True Story as channelled through a Class Exercise)

I was young, I didn’t know
What it was to kill.
With the impunity of
A child, barely conscious,
I weaved a tangled web
Of 'borrowed' thread
Within a fenced in world
Simply because I could
Get a cheap and
Childish thrill.
And a bird in flight,
Was tangled in that web
An unwitting victim of chance
And my own misdeeds.
It hung itself, the life
Choked out of it by an
Improvised garrote.
A numbing shock
Was my only response
When my parents gave me
The news of what happened.
And in that first innocent sin
I learned that actions have
Consequences and that
One being's fun can
Be another’s pain.
I was young; I didn’t know any better.
But it was still no excuse.