All posts by Corwin

What it Felt Like

It’s short, it’s pointless, but “Spirited Away” has me thinking about death. Dying was a weird feeling. I was frozen in time, perfectly aware that I still existed, but unable to move any farther forward with my life. It was as if someone had taken a picture of me lying on my bedroom floor, and ...

I’m Black, and I think Richard Spencer Should Speak At The University of Michigan

I’m Black, and I think Richard Spencer Should Speak At The University of Michigan Before anyone gets too upset with me, let me make one thing clear. I find Richard Spencer to be a vile and disgusting human being, and wholeheartedly disagree with his ideology. However, with all that being said, I think it would ...

Dearly Dedicated

Ever looked at someone, and realized for the rest of your life you would be willing to give anything to keep them smiling? That if you could keep them happy for one moment longer you’ll have fulfilled part of life’s purpose? I did once. I decided that anything would be worth her smile, as I ...

Me, My Mask, and My Hole

You’ll have to excuse me for this post, as it’s written on two hours of sleep, and inspired by lonely 3 A.M. thoughts. I say that not to discredit what goes through my head, but rather to make it clear that this may seem far less refined, and far more redundant than the things I ...

Things I Whisper

A lifetime ago I closed my eyes and wrote, and out popped my beautiful depression. It was the first time I really started to notice that something was wrong, and I sent the poem out to try to get some answers. None came. Reading this poem now it is bizarre how many red flags I ...

Happiness Is A Bowl Of Cereal

One of my favorite movies is “Stuck in Love.” It’s an above average ROM-DRAM, with above average characters, that are primarily writers. I credit this film with shaping how I view relationships, and also with giving me the deluded notion that if you write about someone they end up falling in love with you. Years later ...

Dear Bailey

Dear Bailey, Your’s was one of the letters I was worried most about writing, simply because I wasn’t quite sure how you would respond to it. Part of me thinks you may resent me for leaving without saying a word, while another questions if it’s kinder not to write this at all. Oh well, I ...