How do we navigate this infinite library? There are so many choices to make, competing ideas to consider when making said choices, and...

The man on the fence is a coward, And with vitriol he must be showered, For to arrive hence as a man on a fence He must never have gave...

No Man's Land By: Kory James The battlefield rings with gunshots and vitriol As another white-flag waver falls through a pigeonhole. A...

“I refuse to buy into this tired narrative, that anyone who doesn’t run with me is a fool.” Wish I wrote this one – today I’m posting a...

The Divided States of America. An ironic and seemingly inevitable conclusion to our country. But it doesn’t have to be that way. The...

Last week one of my greatest influences had a birthday. Through action alone, this man taught me three essential lessons that shaped who...

Hello you beautiful, isolated people. By making use of all this quaran-time on my hands lately I’ve managed to accomplish a life-long...

A couple weeks ago, before the world got flipped upside down and around, I broke out of my shell and played my first open mic night. To...

In an ongoing quest to vaporize all remnants of my comfort zone I played my first open mic last night at Aztec Brewery in Vista. But I...

Recent years have shown how the advent and societal incorporation of the Internet introduced a slew of unique problems impossible to have...

Trying something new this Friday, a series I’ll continue every once in a while where I post a live cover and discuss what the song means...

In the nineteenth century, philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche foretold of a dystopic world towards which he feared society was headed – a...

My New Year's Resolution -- besides the unoriginal but much-needed diet plan -- is to continue in my mission to post something creative...

Human brain is a delicacy to the Grufloppians. Healthier on-planet entrées exist, but none which satisfy Grufloppian stomach receptors...

What is our time here for? What is our purpose, our prewritten story? Which path will bring the greatest joy and fulfillment? These are...

Lately I’ve been smitten with a nostalgic impulse to peer into the past – to chase down my endless twitter posts and facebook timeline to...

The myth of Narcissus is one of self-inflicted tragedy. The tale of a boy so absorbed in himself that he drowns in a watery reflection....