“On the Writing Process”

(Continuation of “On Writing in Iran”) One English teacher told me that writing was a process and everyone’s process was different. I laughed. A process? Ha! It’s more like a Pollack. Throw it on the ground and get mad. Maybe get a little drunk. Fling some ideas onto it and see what splatters, what oozes,Continue reading ““On the Writing Process””

“On Writing”

Writing. Wrighting. Right-Wing. Rrrright-Ing. -Ing, -ing, -ing like an annoying ping, ping, ping. What the hell is it? It’s like trying to get a direct answer from a philosopher. Confusing and unattainable yet entirely adaptable and personal. Don’t judge my writing! Otherwise it means you don’t like me. But, I must learn to separate theContinue reading ““On Writing””

Three Days Short of a LAN’s Tale

It’s been three days now since sounds of war began bombarding the walls of my living room. The thunderous bass triggered by the sounds of grenades detonating. The shouts of the participants rises in panic at the anticipation of a bomb being diffused. The girl sitting on the couch has been witnessing this exact spectacleContinue reading “Three Days Short of a LAN’s Tale”

Drown (Or, Learning How to Swim the Hard Way)

I’m suffocating. I can’t breathe. They tell me it’s easy. They tell me it’s natural. They tell me inhale, exhale inhale deep breaths. But how can you breathe when you are drowning? How can you breathe below the surface? Wading beneath the waters, watching the colors dance on the viscous curvature, sensual mockery, “See how easy?”Continue reading “Drown (Or, Learning How to Swim the Hard Way)”

Experiment 27 ½: Rain and Washing Machines

After many experiments, I have officially concluded that, in fact, these are the sounds of the rain and washing machines as best can be represented by human speech! Rain 1. Shlip-Splop 2. Blink-Tink 3. Vavoom 4. Pink-Plink 5. Stop-Slop 6. Crinkle-Crack Washing Machine 1. Shimy-Shake 2. Sixes 3. Broth 4. Viscous 5. Seepage 6. WorcestershireContinue reading “Experiment 27 ½: Rain and Washing Machines”

26 Sick Days

Dear Professor, I am unable to make it to class today because it is raining, and I cannot afford the proper shoes. Dear Professor, I did not attend class because your comments were hurtful. I hope to complete the course and attain the necessary credits from afar. Dear Professor, I didn’t want to disappoint youContinue reading “26 Sick Days”

School, Guitar, and Death

I could hear the simple melody from afar. Correction: I could see it. Beautiful blue electricity crossed my vision. As I walked across the campus and passed the sun-bleached green picnic tables, the colors danced enticing me to follow. Sensuous electric fingers pleading and pulling. On the concrete steps, sweating in the sun, sat aContinue reading “School, Guitar, and Death”