The dark was comfortable and familiar to me. Even at a young age I knew there were bad things in my world. I knew not to get in the car with strangers and to act like I wasn’t afraid and just walk away if someone unknown tried to talk to me. I knew to wait until my mom held my hand and to look both ways before crossing the street. Although I did ( Read more... )

effortlessness in movement ( Read more... )

(i'm begining to learn what ( Read more... )

can't say timing ever was on my side ( Read more... )

the last night of summer on boston common. we were wearing only jeans and t-shirts, sandals and wet feet squeeked when we ran. our clothing and skin soaked in rain that hissed when it hit the hot pavement and city. leave were smacked and cried, the noise hiding our voices. droplets echoed in the duck pond as we stood and judged. "did they really ( Read more... )

small. but i whittled it ( Read more... )

it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me. it's not me.

I went to the ER with a possibly broken wrist and a concussion . this old man, he was in a wheel chair with his son. This man who looked ½ like him with darker hair and a more preppy or sophisticated look to him…this kid, he had grown up with his dad coming home drunk, his girlfriend started to drink and it scarred him so he told her he “didn’t ( Read more... )

at first it's the dry dust that's easily ( Read more... )

There is no loyalty anymore ( Read more... )