Over the Rainbow
Do you remember the fantastic? Well, I do. I remember the little boy, sitting at the dining room table, trying his darndest to master cursive writing. He had been taught before that letters… Continue reading
Do you remember the fantastic? Well, I do. I remember the little boy, sitting at the dining room table, trying his darndest to master cursive writing. He had been taught before that letters… Continue reading
Dear — While searching for a friend of mine on Facebook, your name popped up. My browser still knows how many times I’ve opened your profile. And like an addict, I clicked your… Continue reading
The problem with sequels is how to stretch one thing to dual proportions. Repetition is out of the question — but changing it loses its trajectory, loses its linear motion from A to… Continue reading
Shuffling papers, pencil atop my ear. Sweat-decolored shirt that reeks of countless nicotine butts dying outside. I should probably head home. Probably now. Through my periphery, him. Six years my junior. He looks like my… Continue reading