• Eric Harrell commented on the post, quick 3 days, 14 hours ago

    It came suddenly and render the world tumultuous. Riling up institutions and monarchies in the early 2000s. The millennial generation swept the world by storm in an age where people were still afraid of the Y2K scandal. The millennials, those upstarts with their shortened lingos and linguistic shortcuts did not appreciate the time honored…[Read more]

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, classical 6 days, 6 hours ago

    Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus preen into my ear. Whisper me your lullaby when I’m soft asleep. So sayeth ye all. Lull me during my terrible twos and teach me the way of this world with your neoprene melodies. Soft…I wonder and lo, I search for you a yonder.

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, muddy 1 week ago

    I slipped on the muck that shot onto my jacket from the McAdam. The driver smiled his devilish grin as he neared the puddle next to my sidewalk. As the slush drenched me head to toe, I send him my warmest goodbyes.

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, cassette 1 week, 6 days ago

    The sellotape spins its revolutions in front of me; inside of the plastic container of my family’s old cassette. The Japanese synth from the 1980s’ resounds through the air yet dulls when it reaches my modern sense of taste. The beats lose their veracity. The rhythm loses its velocity. The hook loses its viscosity. The history of my family is…[Read more]

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, harm 1 month ago

    Over months that became years, Madel and her brother came to understand more clearly the misery that had befallen their town. The damage was irreparable and sharp, and rendered hopes of rebuilding nearly obsolete. Theirs was a story of desolation and catastrophe, and it was merely a testament to their collective spirit that they were able to dream…[Read more]

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, harm 1 month ago

    The first time I felt a genuine pain was when I broke my arm. I was six years old and I did not have the capacity to understand what was happening to me- there was a snap, a crack, and then a bright hot blindness that overtook the sun and the grass and all memories. There was only the pain, all consuming. It was almost beautiful.

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, harm 1 month ago

    It does more harm than good to tell a white lie. For the thief of time is the worst thief of all. A white lie suffocates the truth and smothers it with tantalizing and soft down-feather blankets. If you do not seek to harm the person, you should not distort their perception of reality with a lie so white, it’s blinding.

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, espresso 1 month, 1 week ago

    My girlfriend needs a shot of espresso each day. Truth be told, I don’t get this necessity. Whereby it impairs her ability to think or function except in a groggy redundancy because of a lack of opaque liquid. Is it then not an addiction? Why are so many dependent on the bean? Beans wrought through labor, sweat, and war. People so against…[Read more]

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, fun 1 month, 2 weeks ago

    It’s a ambiguous feeling, that moment of limbo between fanfare and the gloom of obligation. There are times when I wake so early that the sun is still down and there is a crisp in the air that is felt inside of my home. In those moments, I seem to have fun in whatever I do. This is counter to the exhilaration I feel while engaged in a little…[Read more]

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, iceberg 1 month, 2 weeks ago

    “Ahoy Matey!: Came the call crashing down as waves tided over us. It lorded all the sailors on the wooden panel deck and with it came a rush of order and calm. I looked out upon the vicious waves, towards are impending doom. Everyone could see the tip and know that there was solace in deep refreshing death in the iceberg.

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, element 1 year, 9 months ago

    There is a legend going around the cities alleys. It talks about a young girl, by the name of Le Serco. Some have confused her with the television personality of Korra but they were as distinctive as water and earth. She was a master chef, brought the elements to her wok with molecular gastronomy ahead of her own cities technology.

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, spoiled 2 years, 1 month ago

    Milk laddle rocking on a table. A small puddle of spoiled milk lying in the cradle. Big dipper, little boy drummer in the sky. We’ve been left too long outside. It’s live now or…time.

  • The cesspool of the swamp my family called my inheritance was a little more than I, a city-dwelling lawyer could stand. I had grown up envisioning a large tract of land, nothing close to a paradise, but something tenable at the very least. A fly swam into my mouth left agape. Southern Hospitality had a different meaning here and gave rise to a…[Read more]

  • -nd I was saying to therapist at the table, “Why do you always have to psychoanalyze me.” They looked at me tellingly, an inside joke shared amongst the three at the table with me: Some sitting at a higher chair than others, and others separated by tables themselves; I couldn’t get a word in edge-wise until my friend, the therapist, calmed his…[Read more]

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, cute 2 years, 2 months ago

    Meet cute, a deep rooted classroom friendship has grown to this off-campus huddle over soup. The button nosed Tamil girl eats the hot-pot slowly and I fall into the depth of her ladle like one of those coriander flakes. She winces minutely when I bring up karaoke, a cute affect to subtlely let me know that I’m just a herb to tint the bite.

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, shell 2 years, 5 months ago

    Encompassed by and sheltered into a shell of expectation. Like a tortoise, I retreat into a form that people think more accepting. Creativity and innovation is at my center but I’m closed off by internal barriers of social propriety, tact, society’s “role of the male,” and emotion. Further enclosed by external barriers of form, body, skin tone,…[Read more]

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, farmers 4 years, 2 months ago

    The hoe drudged through the mud of the swamp land.
    “We can’t field here Josef.”
    “We have to.”

    The day was long for these Swampland farmers. They would continue to toil amongst the fetid rot of the languished trees and burned-out homes. All for the chance for renewal, for an unexpected bounty.

  • I sat with my knees bare on those granite floors for over a year till the skin wore through the fabric and I was as skinny as a twig. Most bow before the lord who say he’s God but I knelled. I begged like so many for an answer, pleading for a purpose.

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, colonel 5 years, 1 month ago

    The colonel put pen to paper and started the letter of recommendation.
    “A fine young lad…” He paused, unable to muster up any more of a description without spewing out a lie. So he took it home with him, to write in his leisure but it remained on his coffee table for quite some time. Finally, as the paper began to peel and moss had grown over…[Read more]

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, denim 5 years, 2 months ago

    Where do my creative juices go? Do they roll down the nerves in my fingertips, drool unto the keyboard, seeping into the recesses of the keys and flow down into the computer? There is a texture that acts like a map. Like denim jeans they have grooves and purposeful wears. As a texture, we act into it, as we have contact with it. Where does my…[Read more]