Dawn poisoned dusk as the sun rose hesitantly, its fearful golden light creeping along the shadows of another forgotten night. There was humming somewhere along the creek, its sound patient and delighted. A young woman knelt by the water, picking through the reeds and cattails as if looking for something. She smiled wide when she … Continue reading a witch’s heart does have warts
so many feelings, struggling to leave my mouthand it’s not that rare for me to let myself down (it’s not the same anymore – rex orange county) I. I have two memories of my kindergarten orientation. In one, I am getting a snack from the woman who will be my assistant principal for the next … Continue reading identification, please
I. Roller skating, gliding effortlessly (or maybe clumsily) over the wooden floor. There’s no thought, no questions. All you really need to know is right, left, right, left. Possibly how to stop, but crashing into a wall will do just as nicely. As with all things, the skating has special categories. They’re announced by some … Continue reading the absence of change in the face of necessity
December 4th, flurries outside your window, coating the ground. It’s the first snowfall of the year, but this snow is different than last year’s. The small sparkles of snow that used to melt at the touch of your palm and the tip of your nose are different. You feel the pull of that snow drawing … Continue reading Winter Contest
When you stare at the blank line underneath the question, “what is your favorite food?” and decide to write pizza, because even though you don’t love it as much as *biryani, you still like it. And my classmates know what it is. I won’t have to explain why I love it so much and how … Continue reading american, by definition
i. It’s easy to fall into the rhythm of the cards. Slide, press, slide press, moving Aces and Kings across the board. The 1s and 0s running binary code in the background don’t matter when I can move the 2 of Spades onto the Ace, securing another 10 points to be wiped away by a … Continue reading a demonstration of thought
when your after dinner voices bleed through thin walls i press my ear against the door and listen and wonder what conversations you’re having for dessert i pick apart your words with the prongs of my fork smear apple pie filling across my plate but you always told me not to play with my food … Continue reading [apple pie] for dessert
My mother, cleaning the kitchen, plastic covered couches untouched in an unused living room We won’t stay here, but she scrubs until the floors are clean of the blood and sweat until every inch of my father is gone And when we get to America, She’ll bleach the counters like she’s Cleaning up a crime … Continue reading Why do Italian mothers clean until their hands bleed?
As a young girl I would only respond to Sophia never Sophie The single syllable meant everything Before I could tie the string on my shoes I knew my name I knew my name the right way, the way where the A wasn’t ignored because it was my A But now I turn my head … Continue reading Not just a n_me
The glass floor was slightly smudged with footprints, but Maria still pressed her cheek to it, blonde hair spilling around her head as she gazed down at the stars and earth beneath them. Shadow stared at her, questioning. She gasped and tapped her nail to the glass, the sound echoing throughout the ship. “Ursa Minor, … Continue reading Polaris
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