Burnished Figments
Isaiah Lowney-Piazzalunga | 10/27/2020

Halloween is fast approaching. I am a half-chewed bone and it is a salivating hound running me down. It is a besotted pigeon and I'm a dry, dry breadcrumb. So...

Reflections
Isaiah Lowney-Piazzalunga | 08/18/2020

The small green bottle circled around, clanging against the prop-up breakfast-in-bed type table, which he’d set up next to his relatively inert and positively relaxed body. He was not exactly...

Perceptions & Opinions
Isaiah Lowney-Piazzalunga | 03/08/2020

I remember a brief phase in my primary school education where I would stick a pencil between my thumb and index finger and rock my hand — my fingers crucially...