We were 2 perfect energies that made for an imperfect pair. You, Holding your little black shoes in your hands, happy with taking on the entire world. Scared but ready. Maybe not scared, Maybe just ready.
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POEMS FROM A BROKEN FERRIS WHEEL
JUST KEEP TALKING Tell me something I don’t know And then, keep talking. Silence shared is hardly uncomfortable but with you, It is always the lesser of two possibilities. You with the bugs in your hair and a head that itches with ideas. With opinions and an outlook that is equally cynical and optimistic. […]
SKIN ON SKIN: THE TRAGIC CASE OF KATARZYNA ZOWADA
January Sixth, 1999. The nameless captain of the boat named “Los” (“Elk” when translated) was sailing in the Vistula river near in Krakow, Poland. January in the town Krakow is a cold month, the coldest of the year on average. For Krakow, January boast highs of 33.8 degrees Fahrenheit and lows of 23.2 degrees. Aside […]
An American Poet (Colorized)
Let me say what I have to say. Let me say what I think you haven’t heard but assumed and let me at least try to help you understand where I’m coming from. Give me a chance to ask some questions. Questions like, Where does a brown poet exist in the canon of American Poetry, […]
AMERICA IN ONE POST
The following is a paper I wrote for a course at the University of California Riverside. The Course centered around the work of Geoffrey Chaucer, and more specifically, his magnum opus, The Canterbury Tales. For this paper, we were asked to either do a straightforward analytical essay or were also given the option to write […]
Broadstew Website Update
It’s me again. Since my last post, I’d like to say that I’ve been working hard and that my posting this is only the first of many that I’ve banked over the past weeks, months? But reality is, I haven’t done much of anything except for school work which actually will play into this update […]
Uncut Gems and My Inability to Write
(SPOILER WARNING FOR UNCUT GEMS) “That was a terrible movie.” Someone said behind me when the end credits rolled. Then, when the mob of moviegoers walked out of Uncut Gems and into the halls of the Regal Cinema, I heard a voice from in front of me say “It wasn’t bad but, that ending, […]
Midsommar: A Glass Half Full Reflection
This film was directed by Ari Aster, director of Hereditary, another film that was reflected on here on Broadstew. That link —à https://broadstew.com/2019/01/24/hereditary-a-glass-half-full-review/ In the case of Midsommar, the glass is not half full but overflowing. To break the film down seems an impossible task. Since leaving the theatre, the film is the only thing […]
Crimson
My father held my face in his bloodstained hands. Growing up, he never showed me much affection. He was cold, callous and always eager to explain to me that a man had best keep his emotions to himself, lest he wanted to give the impression that he was a sissy. But this night, my father […]
Bookshelves / Part Two
2019 – Two days away from graduation, I’m reflecting on the steps I have taken and why I’ve taken them. As mentioned in part one ( check that out here https://broadstew.com/2019/05/14/bookshelves-part-one/) , it was a bizarre, off-chance encounter that put me here but more on that later. There is still reflection to be done. […]
