MEET THE LITTLE MARTIAN

My window clatters dangerously and I pull up my blinds to look through the wire mesh that encases me in this beautiful nest. I spot a...

“Farewell for now” calls my little martian from across the room. He has taken to talking formally with me again, our time together runs...

My little martian has gone into a bit of a slump. “Not a bad one!” He insists- whenever he does deign to speak with me, but a slump all...

“Most people can be real assholes” mutters the little martian as he peers over my shoulder at my phone. "Sometimes I feel like fucking...

My little martian has benevolently decided to continue gracing me with his presence. He has discovered my iPod and he won’t stop humming...

“Same old shit, different day huh?” Mutters my jaded little martian I can’t help but smile through my own apathy “ this is your second...

“I feel like shit”, I tell the little martian He opens his mouth to speak and closes it again. After a pause, he sips his green tea....

I'm trying to give the little martian the whole "eat, pray, love" experience of India. Glorified as it may be, it sure does beat my...

Nothing lasts forever I console my sobbing little martian I throw in a “this too shall pass!” for good measure. “Are you sure?” His eyes...

"I cant wait for summer" I sigh "Well. you're going to have to." states the little martian.

“Our disease is the same one as the trees, unaware that they’ve been living in a forest” You hum along to vampire weekend, feeling...

“They say heaven is a place in space” sobs the little martian, “but I've traversed every inch of it” “Heaven is a feeling, but it's like...

"I am proud of you," says my little martian softly. "don't go all soft on me" you laugh back at him "I am proud of you," he says it very...

The little Martian looks around eyes wide, mouth agape. His hands dart out to grasp at the low-hanging banyan roots in the park near my...

“Put your mask on” The little martian nags. “It is on, relax! Everyone has it now in any case.” “Put your mask on!” He insists, his...

The little martian. The little martian. The little martian. His name buzzes around my brain like a blue-bellied fly on steroids. He has...

The little martian appears visibly distressed as he sees me take another bite. “You’re not supposed to chomp” he huffs. “It's chocolate!...

The little martian can’t understand why I have such old flowers in my room. “They are pretty” I tell him for the 4th time that day. “but...

“turn it upside down, inside out, peer at it from above and below, break open its external shell, look into its center, doubt it, take it...

The little martian in the purple spacesuit insists I don’t name him. He thinks I am trying to domesticate him. He launched into a tirade...