mascara

we line our eyes with
charcoal and our tears run like
salty black rivers

A Plain Old Love Story

The sun was rising the first time I fell in love with Charles Tuckerman. I watched as the dark, foggy sky paled dimly, then blushed a brilliant shade of magenta as the sun peeked between skyscrapers. Gradually it reached out its fingers and tickled the fog’s underbelly, startling it into the dark recesses of the city.

I was sprawled drowsily above one of the entrances to the roof, having decided several hours earlier that I had no interest in remaining at the party downstairs. I had been dozing on the rough concrete and watching the sky since then. I was trying to decide, in my half-asleep state, whether a certain rosy cloud looked more like an elephant or the Liberty Bell, when a curly blond head blocked the nimbus formation. Continue reading

Muddy

The first day of eighth grade, I met a girl who liked the Beatles. She sang and played the piano and had a huge peace frog sticker on the back of her wheelchair. She was way too cool to be friends with me. One day I found myself standing in the lunch line next to her and we started talking about Obama and how we wished we could vote and how nice it was to finally meet another liberal. She said she had thought I was too cool to be friends with her. One year later, I found myself sharing a locker with her in high school.

Hey this is Anna, new phone number. So I was just ruminating… and I was thinking about how you said on awards night that I had changed your life. Continue reading

Times New Roman

Where has it gone?
The passion, the love, the creativity
Lost
Turned in with every 3am analysis paper
I ever wrote
 
I can’t think except in Times New Roman
Font size 12
Double spaced
Inch-wide margins
Anymore

Unabridged Late Night Conversation

Wait, I already read that.

Don’t worry, you feel like that a lot when you’re reading that book.

(Laughing) Continue reading

Arizona Sunsets

It was grey the first day we walked. Our spirits had burned with our crops, and there was nothing left for us but to let the soldiers herd us like sheep. There was much wailing as we left our home.

By the fifth day, our moccasins had worn through and each step stung with the cold. The ground turned the color of rust as we walked. Continue reading

Cravings

Kiley is starving. She has been studying for finals for the past six or seven hours, and missed dinner. Actually, a couple of those hours were spent on Netflix, watching a rather amateur horror movie. Ah, well, she needed a break. But now she is hungry. And she has something of a sweet tooth. Continue reading

Falling

She took Astronomy senior year, so she knows that the Earth rotates at over 1000 miles per hour. And yet her body is not flung into space, to drift forever, past Saturn and Pluto. Gravity glues her fingers to the tendrils of young grass. Suddenly she feels like a fly on sticky paper: out of place, unable to escape.

He is there next to her. He is not glued to the ground. He could probably fly if he wanted to, but instead he lounges with his guitar singing about wanting to hold your hand. She wonders whose hand. Continue reading

The Lone Trumpeter

feet firm and apart
shoulders back
eyes closed
lips to metal
and then –
 
The note.
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We Will Never Forget

Planes and falling towers
Hot ashes mingling with tears
The silence of a shocked nation
So many gone,
So much lost
And we promise Continue reading