‘Hi Dad. I’m sorry I’m late.’ ‘You were supposed to be here half an hour ago. Have you heard back from Johns Hopkins?’ ‘Um, no. Not yet. Dad, I need to tell you something-’ ‘Marcus Wilkins received his acceptance letter two days ago. Marcus was never as strong a student as you and your references…
He lay on the bed. The nurses and doctors passed him by but he couldn’t move. He had visitors but they were all silent occasions. He couldn’t speak. No, it was more important for him to survive. Never mind living. No, the time for that had passed. There was a tube down his throat, forcing…
His bed wasn’t the same anymore since she left. He lay there, alone and cold, missing her loving touch. She had been his for so long but then she was taken away from him so quickly. After the fight, he never got the chance to tell her that he loved her. It was such a…
Autumn leaves painted the floors with bright reds, oranges, and yellows. Every gust of wind carried new crisp scents and each ray of sun wrapped its arms around me. “I want to go to big places, big cities and travel the world”, I said. We did. Mellow sunshine, rustic ruins, silver moons. In and out…
after “Better Love” by Hozier The words and melody slip into my mind on repeat, their emotion an anchor that drops down into an ocean where you are swimming glittering and green mermaid-like. And the blue of the depths is as blue as the teal of the falling sky uplifted at sunset. Yahweh do…
At around seven I dropped the transparent little dude. Placed him on my tongue and gave myself away. Pretty far out if you ask me. Then I wait and wait for him to take me on a journey, to find deeper understandings and perceptions. I want to see everything man, that’d be the bomb. Sharon…
Happiness is seeing the rainbow in the puddle. Three swans overhead Knowing one will leave the others but If I didn’t It would be the same as a sad legend The happy ending in the bittersweet Legends of children lost and alone but together until death The comfort of the bond of siblings and swans
Wisps of clouds reaching for each other but fading before they can touch Like the hands of the frail and the strong, One reaching for the other but falling before the can meet. Rain falls from the strong and the grey stormy insides drown the world around him The grey becomes silver Lightened from his…
They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. For a time, it was my only meal of the day. For a time, it was the only thing keeping me alive. But eventually, of even that I deprived myself. I craved the feeling of ice cold water trickling down to fill an empty…
Crushed brown beans and whistling hot steam, squashed mango pierced with a straw. The saccharine paste, dripping, at the back of my mouth. The solitary, synthetic caffeine surge. That shivering warmth inside of me. The September breeze. Shop windows and heavy eyes. The cries of the Examiner Startling the models, dummy struck, inside of their…