Nick graduated from UCCS in 2009 with a degree in English / Professional Writing and has since tutored writing at Colorado College and PPCC. He teaches college prep English for PPCC and CSU-Pueblo, freelances as a graphic and web designer, edits occasionally, and wastes as much time at coffee shops writing and playing chess as possible. He loves Star Wars, Project Runway, Woody Allen, and Kurt Vonnegut and hates Ayn Rand, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and mayonnaise.
Maybe I’m just the fish David spoke of in jest who asks other fish how the water is today but is met with empty eyes. I too grow old but I don’t even wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. and my hair keeps growing in the tomb. The nightingale won’t sing for me—enraged, I threw a rock at its nest because Dylan told me to. I’ve trampled on daffodils
As an extension of postmodernism, the antihero has taken hold in storytelling with disastrous consequences. More often than not, this is a character who achieves greatness by violating social norms. In fact, the antihero often presents more of an obstacle to him- or herself than any outside antagonist — think Dexter, Tony Soprano, or Walter White. While literature of antiquity presents characters like Odysseus who were strong, clever, and courageous,
Here’s what I’m thinking now at the end of the world: If knowledge is power, and power corrupts, then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? Besides, the tortoise will get us all hare or no hair. Does it matter that I don’t love you? Would it matter if I did? There’s a poetry reading tonight whence I’ll chide other poets who don’t sit alone. I won’t bring up death
If I had known I would’ve told you I’d been there too that it’s normal for people like us. That the fog will eventually burn off with time, fiction, and whiskey. We would’ve remembered Hemingway Van Gogh, Plath, and Wallace who fought the fine fight for the arts and died nobly— which would’ve been the second of many stupid things we’d say. Happiness, after all, is not for people like
