Oh, the trappings of youth — Out we go from the stoic, red brick school its 1920 doors creaking on brass hinges now yawning open housing scholars for almost a hundred years We breathe high school now freed for thirty minutes really more like 27.3 after the packed stairs We head down Avenue Y past the…

Destruction of a planet — There was a time, a time that came before perpetual darkness descended, before the sun went to starlit mass gathering its golden rays for penance. Before the earth shattered. Not many of us live in the only city of Eugna. It rises up in the north in a now deceased…

How Safe Are You Really? — Well obviously, sharks can’t drive, live outside of water, or even crave human flesh, which is probably why they aren’t out in taxis, cruising up and down the crowded streets scoping us out, offering us a one-way ticket ride. But who really knows, if perhaps they only could… Here in…

Where do you find yourself? If I assigned today a word, it would be “found.” A word of possibility (well possibly). This might imply that something was lost or discovered. Maybe you found the sun peering through the clouds on a semi-gray day. …

Looking between the cracks — She was rhythm with ringlets daring girl a dynamo inside denim leggings mischievous and head-on bold eyes lined in black noir hot sauce on a stormy night. “What’s that sub’s name, Miss Brussel Sprouts?” No, Miss Tight Pants Instead, I composed a direct, curt smile. Drifting from side to side…