I dream that the French boy in the bunk across the room slips into my bed in the middle of the night. I’m sorry I fall in love so easily. I wander through bright city streets and want to kiss every second person we meet. Down at the harbour I breathe in salt and sapphire. It is as if autumn…
She may have been seventeen that summer because she slipped one morning as she pulled the curtains back for a violent sun.
“He keeps you up all night, don’t you see? It’s half past noon! When are you going to realize that you’re…” Dervish dust particles danced gaily in the sunlight. “My father…
We no longer squeeze into our older sisters’ clothing. We slide on our blue jeans and tug colorful t-shirts and sweaters on over our heads. In the morning, we have breakfast in the car, at the kitchen table, with a few friends. And our forks slip from our clumsy fingers, clattering to the ground….
(photograph by Maxwell Shults)
The boy knocks on the screen door. It is after seven and starting to get dark. He watches as the August fireflies dance in the tall grass. He wonders how much Mrs. Sawyer would pay him to cut the lawn.
“What do you want, ass-wipe?”
Charlie is standing at the…
I want to steal you away from the world for one day. Just one whole day.
I want to steal away all your worries, let them be swirled away by the wind, but definitely not let it rob you off your happiness. I want to put all your tears in a bottle and pour out all the sorrow that anguished you in…
