Mike Espinosa : Writing

The Rise of Bugles

The Rise of Bugles

A Story by Mike Espinosa


After many years surviving through the underground snack food circuit, Bugles are still being circulated throughout the United States, and are on an u..
Teachers Compensating for Learning Difficulties

Teachers Compensating for Learning Difficulties

A Story by Mike Espinosa


Many students have different methods in which they learn the material for their classes.These methods have been used by many instructors in order to h..
Hurricane Simile Hits Florida Coast

Hurricane Simile Hits Florida Coast

A Story by Mike Espinosa


A few weeks ago the Florida coast was devastated by a metaphorical hurricane. President-elect Barack Obama was nowhere to be found for sentiment or co..
Kent School District Cutting Spending

Kent School District Cutting Spending

A Story by Mike Espinosa


Due to the economic crisis, many school districts have been trying to figure out how to cut back on spending.The Kent School District has resorted to ..
Death of Atheism

Death of Atheism

A Story by Mike Espinosa


In a survey conducted among over 150 youth groups throughout the country, it was found that 100% of those surveyed believe in God.According to this re..
Isolation

Isolation

A Poem by Mike Espinosa


I am no one-easily replaceable.I am the segment left by the dry erase marker,a number in a common equation;purely a means to someone else's end.Oh, to..
The Midnight Dance

The Midnight Dance

A Poem by Mike Espinosa


There's no one here-again.The loneliness-covers over me.This is why I cry at night,in this fetal positionthat you left me in;in this bedthat we once s..
Scorn

Scorn

A Poem by Mike Espinosa


I can't wait for the daywhen you eyes are finally opened.When you feel the absenceof your God's love.When the solitude finally leaves youin a puddle o..
MC�™

MC²

A Poem by Mike Espinosa


Idreamtof you last night.Your angelic voiceechoing in my ears.Your words appearing to mein the most beautiful grammar.My heart poundingfast with excit..
Everyday

Everyday

A Poem by Mike Espinosa


I look into my eyes,my reflectionin this dirty mirrorand ask, "Why not?"I hold a knife in my hand,my cold fingers,my cold facereflected in the knife's..