100 or Less: Plastic


Another 100 or Less to rub your eyes for a minute or two. This week’s theme is Plastic.

Share your own creation in the comments below, and remember: 100 words or less and not a letter more!

It’s okay, darling.

The only reason why the world chews you up is because you’re so sweet.

I know, I know.

It’s unfair when so many bitter and plastic people deserve to feel the crush and grind, but it’s okay. Because you’ll find them, darling, the ones who escaped and dribbled down the lips of the world, and you’ll scoop them up and push them deeper and deeper until the weight comes down.

And when the world tries to eat you again, it’ll taste only the Black Milk, and the pungency will cause a gulp and a heave and a—

Portrait of a boy with the map of the world painted on his face.

Friday Haiku: Showers


Since it’s raining pretty hard here in Brooklyn, I felt inspired to write a haiku about it.

Share your own haiku about the weather or maybe a thought below.

You don’t even have to follow the 5-7-5 syllable “rule.”

I’d love to read them. 🙂


Empty avenues—

The rain visits with bare feet!

Come inside and rest.


Rain in New York

100 or Less: Diamond


Hey all!

This week’s 100 or Less is inspired by the word/concept Diamond.

Feel free to take part. Simply write anything—a sliver of fiction, a thought, a wish—that includes or somehow embodies the idea above. Make sure it’s only 100 words or less!

Toes dangling over the side of a boat, Marcus stared at the setting sun. He squinted, trying to follow the descent into the horizon, but it was too slow.

Or too fast. Something as big as the Earth turning every day? Yeah, fast.

The water couldn’t decide what color to be so it drank up whatever the sun threw at it—the purples and pinks and peaches—and sprinkled some shimmering diamonds on top.

No, not diamonds. Salt. Yeah, grains that stuck to the surface and wouldn’t melt.

Marcus hadn’t caught a thing. But that was fine.

Just fine.


A Game of Thrones: “The Rains of Castamere” Reflection

I’ll admit it.

I haven’t caught up with the A Song of Ice and Fire books by George R. R. Martin. I’ve been meaning to, honest, but like a promise I made to myself years ago to read the dictionary front to back, I just never got around to actually doing it.

And boy oh boy am I glad I haven’t.

Last night’s episode of A Game of Thrones—“The Rains of Castamere”—which I’m sure fans of the series have dissected 100 times over in less than 24 hours, left me absolutely speechless.

If you haven’t seen it yet, beware some spoilerage ahead.

I truly admire Mr. Martin for his cojones. It isn’t often that you come across an author who is willing to kill off key and/or beloved characters.

It smacks of a certain kind of realism, the idea that at any time, in any place, a person can die. You can’t predict it except through hindsight (which makes prophets of us all), and when that loss of life hits, you can only wonder, in a stupor, how it ever got to this.

It was a massacre: Robb, his wife Talisa, and his mom Catelyn–all killed. Talisa’s death was especially gruesome since it touched on a seemingly taboo topic in television—the death of an innocent.

A Game of Thrones The Rains of Castamere Catelyn

Don’t look! 😦

Sure, you can debate whether or not a child was actually in her stomach or just a fetus, but she had a baby bump, and that was the exact target that the assassin chose when killing Talisa. He could have slit her throat, stabbed her in the heart, carved out a kidney, anywhere else, but he chose her womb.

The show’s dealt with the deaths of innocents before, like when the newborns north of the wall were given over to the white walkers, but there’s something so brutal, so guttural, about shredding a potential life while it’s still inside of its mother.

And then Catelyn’s blood-curdling scream at the end, right before her throat is sliced open.


I always have this expectation when I watch or read fiction: evil may triumph now, but eventually, good will overcome.

Well, I’m still waiting for that to happen on A Game of Thrones. Joffrey’s still alive, Littlefinger too, and the person who many of us thought was going to finally take out the Lannisters is now dead.

Our only hope, it seems, is the Khaleesi, her dragons, and her army. But given how good people have died so far, I wonder if she’ll be slaughtered and evil men will continue to rule.

Or maybe Arya and the Hound will team up like Django and Dr. King Schultz and hunt down the bastards who killer her family? J

What did you think of last night’s episode?



The world is so simple in the eyes of a child.

There’s a bunch of stuff, some big, some small.There’s people and animals and buildings and cars and flowers and everything in between. How children make sense of the world always fascinates me.

No two children seem to understand how life works in quite the same way.

Take Luiz Antonio for instance:

He’s developed the worldview that animals are to be taken care of by us, human beings. It’s such a simple yet profound idea. I bet if you asked Luiz why we are the ones who need to take care of them, you’d hear some pretty unique beliefs.

Sometimes we take for granted why we behave a certain way, what significance or purpose the things around us serve, and how we came to believe what we do.

I may not give up eating animals after watching the video above, but at the very least, I’ll ask a few more “why” questions