Pieces for my Portfolio

I have selected three pieces for my portfolio. All three were completed during my time at Ithaca College. The first, “What the Monkey Said' is a semi-autobiographical stream of consciousness monologue. It is generally considered my best work to date, and won honorable mention at an Ithaca College personal essay contest. The second, “In Vino Veritas” is a series of lightened the mode a little. The last piece, “Forgive Us Our Debts”, is a straight satiric monologue, and although closely resembles the first piece; I think Debts is a much more humorous and self-mocking piece. I hope you enjoy them, and thank you for this opportunity.

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The World of Grey - Essay

I've been trying to find a hero in this world of Grey. Looking for something concrete in the shadows of today. The black and white of yesterday has merged into one. The roads to our future are blending with today. Mixing, blending, merging closer together in every way. Closer, and closer but somehow further apart, we stand. Trying to find a hero in our Grey land. I've been sitting atop silver with my mask in hand. Silver bullets at the ready, but there's not a werewolf in the land. John Wayne was insensitive and superman's been flawed. Robin has been killed off so Batman now stands by himself alone. GI-Joe has lost his innocence and the mighty Casey has gone on strike. All the bad guys are now politicians, who say there just trying to do right. Are there any hero's allowed in a place of Grey, or have we been left to ourselves to go blind in the

Dreams of the Brother – Essay

Three in the morning and Randy woke up with a start, he'd been dreaming about cats again. This was the fifth time in as many night. They were getting to him, he'd always considered himself a dog person. So, he couldn't understand why he'd dream about cats. The dreams were getting worse to. It had started with just one cat, that's all. One persistent, little Tabby, who wouldn't leave his dream that first night. Now though, there were hundreds, thousands maybe. They weren't nightmares. Not really, not in the true sense. They were just disturbing. The cats never did anything, they just wouldn't leave him alone. It was all becoming to much for him. He decided to go downstairs and get a glass of milk. Milk, he thought, wow far to close to a cat. I think I'll have a soda. In the kitchen, Randy's brother Jake was sitting slumped over a glass of soda. It was amazing. Jake looked like Randy felt. Randy

A Tribute to Tim Mackie

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