A Modern Dylanian Tale Kyle’s in mom’s basementShining up his armamentPretti’s on the pavementFacing down the governmentThe men in the jackbootsFace cloaked, safety offTryin’ not to look softJust another jerk offLook out dudeWatch the attitudeYou’re filming us againBetter check your civil libertiesTryin’ to save a new friendThe man in the black ICE hatDid it againWantsContinue reading “Subjective Doomscrolling News”
Author Archives: ManninoAcid
Flashpoint
At a certain point, pressure stops being theoretical.
When silence becomes the only option and restraint is framed as weakness, escalation feels inevitable. Flashpoint examines the moment where discontent accelerates, hypocrisy compounds, and violence begins feeding on itself—until justice is quietly traded for the illusion of security.
Survey Says
A meditation on spectacle—how modern entertainment reframes suffering as competition, humiliation as content, and moral distance as victory. From primetime sports to reality television, the poem interrogates the quiet bargain we make as viewers: validation purchased at the expense of someone else’s disgrace. What begins as observation ends as implication, leaving the audience to sit with an uncomfortable truth—the show only works because we keep showing up.
Inescapable Cruelty Engine
In an age of infinite feeds and instant certainty, outrage moves faster than understanding. This piece explores how belief shapes perception, how spectacle replaces empathy, and how we find ourselves entangled—again and again—in a system that rewards reaction while tragedy persists.
Langan’s on 47th
A brief moment before a Broadway show, a corner seat at a Manhattan bar, and a stranger who reminded us that some places still resist walls. Langan’s on 47th is a small reflection on openness, shared space, and the quiet human grace that can surface when we least expect it.
Wonderment- Revisted
A reflective spoken-word essay on childhood wonder, nostalgia, and the quiet work of reclaiming imagination as adults during the holiday season.
A Eulogy for Mom
As spoken at Mom’s celebration of life, reprinted here for those who were not in attendance. (Photo for context Good morning.Before I say anything else, I want to acknowledge the banana in the room. As many of you know, yellow was Mom’s color—not in the arbitrary way we choose a favorite color, but as aContinue reading “A Eulogy for Mom”
Passport
A quiet traveler reaches the final gate, carrying a lifetime of memories and a heart ready to let go. As she steps forward, a familiar face welcomes her home—and a journey beyond begins.
A Penny for Your Memory
As the penny is finally decommissioned, its small copper life lingers on—in luck, childhood, and memory.
Protected: The Origin of The Storyteller
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