I know the speed limit of every road, but I don’t recognize the new development where the farm used to be. Will I ever come back? And if I do come back, will I forever know the speed limits, or will someday I forget? And if I do forget the speed limits, will I someday…
Sister’s teeth marks on the edge of the coffee table Rooms brimming with impulse QVC purchases of single-function kitchen utensils Kraft Singles in the fridge Casper the Friendly Ghost in the VCR Ornate jewelry decorating every inch of her When I think of her I think white White couches, white curly hair, white pantsuit…
There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, What if you fly? -Erin Hanson Oh, my darling, take it all Every last inch of the world Tint it in the way only you can, with wonder and beauty and…
Look at every inch of her and see what you did. She wears one half of her broken heart on a chain around her neck and the other inside her chest. You said friendship and she said trust. You said friendship and she said respect. You said friendship and she said compassion. You say friendship and…
We took all the smoke detectors out of the ceiling when they ran out of batteries and started chirping at 3am. I guess we’re all gonna die if there’s a fire. So it goes. This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.…
I was seven, and my Spanish teacher told me I was squinting at the board. I was happy enough being nearsighted; as long as I could read at night, it was all good. I can’t do that anymore. I inch notes closer and closer to my nose until it hits the sweet spot between where…
[In journalism, you use brackets to give context to the things left unsaid.] [In relationships, you make a bracket for March Madness because it’ll bring you closer.] [Or, depending on the game’s outcome, tear you apart.] This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes,…
My dad once told me that air is the enemy. He meant in keeping food fresh, but I couldn’t help but choke. If air is the enemy, is that why my breath catches in my throat? If air is the enemy, why am I breathing at all? If air is the enemy, is that why…
But I always have thought it was strange, if our mother cells done so much for medicine, how come her family can’t afford to see no doctors? Don’t make no sense. People got rich off my mother without us even knowin about them takin her cells, now we don’t get a dime. I used to…
I’m sorry sir. I don’t understand exactly. Maybe I’m not smart enough. I don’t know what you mean when you say ‘the whole world’ or ‘generations before him.’ I thought there was only us. I thought there was only now.” -Lois Lowry, The Giver Synopsis: Jonas lives in a futuristic society where Sameness prevails and choices and…
Victim to Charm 