Introducing Our Newest Writer – Thomas Henry

Give a warm welcome to Thomas Henry. Joining us from Brooklyn, NY Thomas will be sharing his view points on a number of topics. We look forward to his contributions.

Thomas Henry has been reading and writing for as long as he can remember.  He received his BA in English from Pace University in New York City.  He is a writer who is primarily a poet.  His work has been published in various magazines and anthologies and he has performed his poetry all over New York City.  He loves books, food, movies, music, and stimulating conversations.  He lives on a quiet street in Sunset Park, Brooklyn with his girlfriend and two cats.

To all the ladies feeling down on yourself, that includes me, here is a message for you. Enjoy!

Cause It’s Friday…Enjoy

Yes Girl! YES!

The ball girl catches a flying bag on the court during the US Open quarterfinal match between Caroline Wozniacki and Sara Errani.

Every time I see this clip all I can say is YES GIRL!! Yes!! I clap, I cheer, I smile ear to ear!!! And they say big girls can’t run. She is natural, big, brown, and beautiful and I just love her for that. For those brief 15 seconds of fame this unknown ball girl makes me so happy, so proud, so glad to be natural, big, brown, and beautiful. Yes Girl! Yes! You Go!

Welcome Back!!!

Update

We relaunch Monday September 8th……Get Excited!

Update

Dear Readers,

Hope all is well.

Minus The Box will be shutting down for summer vacation until the fall as a result posting will be disabled.

Thanks for your continued commitment. If you have any questions please send me an email at info@MinusTheBox.org. Enjoy the rest of your summer.

Breaking Up is Hard to Delete by Ren Kolozak

i deleted that email you sent me two years ago

the one that detailed the curve of my hip in the palm of your hand

and how hours of video game marathons were better shared

a compilation of memories made up into a single desire

that reflected the one burning in the cage of my ribs that I refused to free

you broke up with me this last time three days before you remembered

the whiskey-soaked tears on my shoulders that dried by morning

and you repeating “I’m so sad” like it was a secret

i threaded my fingers through your hair and lied to you

saying that we would always be together

knowing that when you sobered up that it would end

you let me go while holding me so tight it almost hurt

the echo of that ache has yet to leave my bones

when you texted me on my birthday, i wanted to scream

instead we discussed the details of the Empire’s beauracracy

and whether Sith Lords get short-term disability

after my third glass of wine, i went searching through the archives

for proof that you had loved me

i only started to cry when i remembered i had already deleted it

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The Gentle Rocking Motion Just Before You Become Complacent by Ren Kolozak

There are times when rejection feels like the status quo and the idea of success is terrifying.

I’ve been an aspiring (syn. struggling) author for many years now. I have figured out how to properly balance artistic desire with practical awareness, and now I’m able to eat without worrying that my meal will take away from buying gas. It’s been a hard-won battle, and one I’m glad is over.

The issue now is complacency.

I now have to fight against the comfortable, against sinking too deep into the pillows of my bed for fear that I will never rise again. Instead of fighting to type words onto the screen, I contemplate my upcoming Netflix marathon. Rather than worry about my upcoming audition, I sigh with relief that I can cover my student loan payments.

It’s a sweet, gentle lull, and if I’m not wary, it will suck me below the tide. Soon enough, ten years will have passed, and my novel will sit forgotten in my hard-drive and my theatre resume will wilt from disuse. And, the most terrifying thing I can imagine, is looking back and wondering “Where did all that time go?”

It’s good to count pennies and have Ramen nights once in a while. It reminds me of where I’m from. It reminds me of where I’m going.

“We need to strengthen such inner values as contentment, patience and tolerance, as well as compassion for others. Keeping in mind that it is expressions of affection rather than money and power that attract real friends, compassion is the key to ensuring our own well-being.”

“Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.” – Henry Van Dyke (1852-1933); Author, educator, clergyman

“Waste no more time arguing what a good man should be. Be one.” – Marcus Aurelius (121-180); Roman emperor, Stoic philosopher

“It’s good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it’s good, too, to make sure that you haven’t lost the things that money can’t buy.” – George Horace Lorimer (1899-1937); Editor

“He who allows his day to pass by without practicing generosity and enjoying life’s pleasures is like a blacksmith’s bellows- he breathes but does not live.”- Sanskrit proverb

“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” ~ Nelson Mandela

 Nelson Mandela

Nelson Mandela

Cantabile: A Love Story by Ren Kolozak

He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale dusty air.

But, that is not where this story begins.

It begins with bird and a star.

A bird whose songs caused willows to weep. Its voice rang through dusk and the dawn and all who heard were made beautiful.

A star who burned brighter than any of its brethren. It turned its ear towards the earth and heard the bird sing.

Stars are not meant to be moved, yet the star found itself moving to listen.The bird did not notice the star captivated with each note, unable to look away.

The bird did not notice a star fall in love.

Until, one night, the bird looked upwards and saw the star, bright with adoration. The bird felt starlight kiss its wings. When next it sang, the song was so beautiful the universe wept.

It was the first love song.

That’s not how the story ends.

The bird sang songs for its beloved until it died. The star collapsed with grief, the carbon of its corpse falling from the sky into the earth. Millions of years was all it took.

He began his new life standing up, surrounded by darkness. He opened his mouth to a song. Out of that darkness, a man came forward, his eyes like supernovas.

The man, who was once a star, reached out his hand. The man, who was once a bird, took it.

That is how the story begins.

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My entry for Figment’s June Challenge

“We can make this a more peaceful century if we cherish non-violence and concern for others’ well-being. It is possible. If the individual is happier, his or her family is happier; if families are happy, neighbourhoods and nations will be happy. By transforming ourselves we can change our human way of life and make this a century of compassion.”

“We are designed with a dreaming brain and a hopeful spirit; it is our nature to envision the life of our dreams. And while dreaming comes easy to us, we must never forget that it takes strength, dedication, and courageous action to bring that dream to life.” ~ Steve Maraboli (born 1975); Author

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