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Last Friday morning, I stood in the doorway of an apartment in a section 8 housing complex. Packed boxes and trash bags filled with clothes were spread around the bedrooms and living room. The sheets had been removed from the mattresses of the beds and the furniture pulled away from the walls. The air conditioner was hardly…
It’s early July and the temperature has been somewhere in the volcanic spectrum for weeks. The dead air too much to bear anymore, I yank at the screen window in an upward motion. Whoever installed it, however, did so in a hurry. I’m left in a tug-and-pull war of budging the unleveled frame inch by sweaty…
I have 9,500 words due to my editor by January 25th. That’s a little more than a month from now, but I have also made it my goal to crank this project out by December 26th. That’s only nine days away! Factor in that Christmas day will surely result in 0 words, I now have…
My unchecked imagination is running in circles, playing out sad movie scenes again and again. It’s 9pm, and I’m currently sitting by the window of my midway point. Just two months ago, I was living in a closet in Brooklyn. Now, for the time being I am staying at my grandmother’s home in Tennessee. In…
standing at a road divided peering off into the horizon shadows move left to right the new moon in pursuit as a drop of sweat falls on older hands than yesterday’s trembling beneath a map’s weight upon unforeseen choices between what’s right what’s wrong? in a world of consequence why follow the sun when it only…
eyes glistening blue of sunkissed water a grin that captures this once wishy wash heart as music follows her everywhere the scent of golden hair floats to me hanging in the air intoxicating I could pass out complete, fleetingly whole for moments that linger infinitely return me to the earth pulling me back home this,…
“Will we ever make it to the top,” the boy asked his father. “Of course we will,” he replied, “but it won’t be easy.” “If it’s hard, then why are we doing this,” the boy questioned again. “I’m already tired, my legs hurt, and there’s so much more to go.” “You’ll see when we get…
even on the darkest of nights my dreams push forth lighting a path unseen whereupon hands and knees my will for you my heart for you even my soul I plead for you and in this darkness that drowns all light i still find warmth knowing you are here whereupon hands and knees your will…
Waldosia n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
I gently rocked my half-drunken glass of beer back and forth, making miniature waves that slapped against the side of the glass with a foamy crash. With just a sudden, sharp tilt of the glass, I could even manipulate the crest of the waves to curl over before impact. Those perfect, beautiful waves were just…