Catapult Alumni
Mutant Scars
A few days after her niece was born, she had gone to the shore and gathered a small bone and a rock.
Heritage
I should know better than to say this, but Paris is France to me. I can almost hear condemnation ringing throughout the French countryside. Well, I am American, and the city of Paris is the city introducing me to France because we live in a world where celebrity dominates, and Paris is a celebrity is […]
How Creativity Saved Me
My journey to create a platform to inspire people to make time for creative expression through simple, daily prompts
Drifted
Blue. A vast expanse of faded denim dotted with cotton-ball white plumes. Will drew a breath. And it was agony, a red flash of burning that felt like an anvil had been dropped upon his chest. He tried again, just a small gulp of air this time. The pain was still there, but deep orange […]
Song of an Ancient New York City God
king of the block king of kings skinny muscle open hydrant god fire escape pull up champ turnstile gazelle nobody fucks with you fear of god Apollo of the block summoned by the bird call curls glisten in the sun eyes ablaze on concrete bluetooth speaker tropical beats Astarte of the block Double dutch dance […]
A Brazilian in Antarctica
When James Brown offered me the job at the South Pole Research Station he told me about three things that I would find there: 1. The world’s greatest boss 2. A great love 3. The SKUA shack. The SKUA shack breaks up the ten to twenty-minute walk (depending on the wind strength and chill) from […]
