- Michelle Flynn
- March 7, 2023
My grandpa was an asshole. Ask anybody who knew him. He was quick to anger, found any reason to take someone to court, and was wildly inappropriate—making me believe that my middle name was ‘retard’ for the first ten years of my life and that ‘greaseball’ was a term of endearment for Italians.
We take up space without acknowledging ever having done so—embarrassed to be spotted in the fray. So finding myself on this gray bus on this gray day should be the grandest torture I have in store.
It should be.
WHEN THE WHITE FACES arrived on the shores of The River, beaching their longboats on the sand, and staring to the deep thickets of woods where they knew not that we were hiding, we were not surprised. Had the great Okeus not foretold us of
(Tulane University)
But while Fred’s life was happy and safe,
Deep down, he yearned to go to space.
(University of California, Berkeley)
In the first shelf of your Adam’s Apple,
I am an angry exchange of smoldering dialogue. I am a chipped-off expletive, nursing an injured
(Tulane University)
The scope of science sometimes extends far beyond the knowledge of the average peon. Whacky equations and unknown chemical combinations prove tricky to digest for guys like you and I.
(Tulane University)
It’s a collection of the author’s webcomics where he gives “serious scientific answers to absurd hypothetical questions” — questions like ‘what if everyone on Earth jumped at the same time?’ or ‘what if you made a machine gun jetpack?’
(Tulane University)
At the moment, the term “cyclist” is derogatory — it defines a person entirely off of their wheels’ inconvenient position on the road.
