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I came across a note my dead mother wrote to my school on a report card. My grades had experienced a sudden drop from As to Fs and she wanted to make sure it wasn’t due to negligent teachers ( Read more... ) -
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I got your text a week ago, heard from the pocket of my jeans through the noise of the traffic, and then the second, with its vibration, carrying up from that place near my crotch, though my gut to my heart, and finally to my more logically reasoning head.
It’s you, I see at the flip (yes, old and old school).
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Autumn
Sun warmed afternoons, crisp cool evenings and green leafed trees changing to multicolored spectacles of yellows, reds and browns. The afternoon sky adds a brilliant, but colorless spectacle to the beauty of the season, filled with black ominous fast moving clouds ( Read more... ) -
Monk
It was a normal rush hour; I had boarded the train, having navigated my way through the crowds of people. There were two people already stood by the doors, which was annoying as I always aim to secure a spot here as it’s easier to get off at my destination ( Read more... ) -
Grave Robber
The sickle-shaped moon hangs low on the horizon. Paul wipes the sweat off his brow, the heat pooling beneath his patched overcoat and trousers although winter has already withered the autumn leaves of color. In the gray drabness of night, the lumps of freshly turned soil reveal themselves like warts. Underneath are the corpses still laid in their ( Read more... ) -
Giving out the Papers
Every evening as I negotiate the rush hour, I notice guys handing out the free papers. There’s usually a guy on the station platform as I leave the train waiting to hand out papers to everyone; lately it’s been a tall lad with a baseball cap that he’s recently taken to wearing backwards ( Read more... ) -
Chimera
She was a creature with a thousand faces, mercurial and quicksilver, with smiles that hung on sharp edges. He couldn’t be sure if the occasional gentleness he glimpsed was her inner self finally removing a layer for him or a trick of the candlelight. Sometimes, she was like a deep pool -- he couldn’t see anything but darkness - other times, she was ( Read more... ) -
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Since my mom died I've thought about "unconditional" love a lot. Parents have unconditional love. My dad loves me unconditionally. It's strange knowing there isn't anything I can do to make my dad not love me, especially since my mother is dead. When she died, we grew closer because we are aware of our mortality ( Read more... ) -
Love, Still
I thought that love meant never fighting, meant giving one’s all for the other. But there is jealousy and heartbreak, and resentment. There is insecurity and weaknesses held in confidence and trust broken in anger. There is the disconnect of not understanding, of understanding too much, and hating that in others which we hide and hate in ourselves ( Read more... ) -
faster than a cannonball
I don’t miss high school. I swear I don’t. But I miss sweaty marching band uniforms and parade streamers, singing Champagne Supernova at the top of our lungs, and getting kicked out of the school library on a regular basis. I miss being in the midst of six different teams yelling and chanting on the fields after school. I miss having an excuse to ( Read more... )