Baby Times Are A Comin

So, this is really happening. No way around it—my fiancé and I are going to become parents in just a few short months. We’re filled with a sense of excitement, and also a bit of the nervous jitters. This is so new to us. This is Amber, my fiancé: She’s carrying our son, Noah Delmar. Noah doesn’t know this yet, but mommy and daddy are working very hard to give him a good home. Both of us are graduate students working on our masters degree. Mommy is majoring in healthcare administration, and daddy…well, he’s pursing an MFA degree in creative…

Mr. Dimpleton

Call me Mr. Dimpleton My friends know me, simply As Hucklebee; the best Simply at everything. Or Rather I am better than— You; a worker bee like myself Strong, sharp, and quick Too quick! Not for me Because…well, I’m Hucklebee Anything you can do—did it Done it, even if I haven’t Of course I will tell a lie I’m the best; the greatest Oh, you Skype? Me too Simpletons; they believe Anything I say—must be true So true. It’s so simple, then— Call me, Hucklebee Dimpleton   Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Social Media or Social Life

The world today is much more different than it was 20 years ago. For that matter, it’s more different than it was yesterday. Social media has become the center around our daily lives, so much…that we removed ourselves from living them. When I was in high school, sometime in the late 90’s, mobile phones did not exist; at least not in the sense that they do today. Back then, we communicated either through landlines; home phones or public coin operated phones. What that meant was—you couldn’t travel any further with your conversation than the length of the phone cord. Yes,…

“INSERT COIN”

Imagine if life was like an arcade game. Imagine—if you could do it all over again by simply inserting twenty-five cents into a coin slot. Would you do it? I think about it. The thought of ever entertaining such a kooky idea seems absurd. But, what—if? Now, I’m not saying to throw all caution into the wind and roll the dice. No, not at all.  When it comes to the prospect of your own existence being called into question, one cannot and should not act hastily.  But, if we’re lucky to ever be faced with such a rare opportunity, would…

A Lover’s Bond

What does it mean to be someone’s lover? To truly love someone. To be inside of that person both mentally and emotionally. The physical aspect is obvious. But, how do you establish a bond beyond the physical—into the ethereal. It sounds fictional. But, I thought about what it means to be a lover while sitting in my cubicle at work today. I though about my fiancé; how I kissed her goodbye this morning, how I sent her texts throughout the day, or how after arriving back home I listened to how her day went. I do these things instinctively. Not…

Homecoming

So, I’m going to become a father. I’m not really sure what that means. But, I guess I will find out in the coming months. I’ve thought really hard about what I wanted to say before I said it. I wanted everyone to see that I’m a really good writer; that I’m gifted. The truth is….I don’t know that—the same way I don’t know whether or not I will be a good father. All I can do is try my best at it. In six months life will no longer be the same. In six months, he or she will…

Minute Fifteen

There is no time like today Dreams of tomorrow that will never come Yesterday, full of regret; that day is done Time is acting without delay   Never enough time is same As forever having time until never The clock of paralysis—so, clever Numb is day that almost came   A minute stolen; a minute per token The hand stops at quarter of day Hungry is the man who must pay An hour glass, now, broken   In fifteen minutes A symphony I can write Paint the sky a hue of red bright In fifteen minutes   The world would…