Nikes
Fifth grade was the best school year of my life. It was an early Monday morning when y mother woke me up for my first day of school. I...
Chronological Thoughts
elementary i knew my skin was darker than most. there were only three black girls in my class which included me. i never felt out of...
One Hundred Million Stars
“Goodnight mon ami,” Yvette whispered at her phone. On the other side, thousands of miles away, her girlfriend blinked her eyes slowly...
Sunny-Side Up
The diner is nearly empty; the loudest sounds are fluorescent lights ringing, the tired employees shuffling around in the back, the...
Stasis
There’s never any warmth in this pathetic jumble of bones and skin. I shudder inside of the oversized winter jacket my mother sent me,...
A Girl in Pink
She wore a dress of cherry blossoms and painted pomegranate across plump, caramel lips. Lace slippers covered anxious feet and spurts of...
Job Search
Around the time that I had left my mother’s house to move in with Nick, I got a call from Lucy. This was the third of five instances in...
The Almost Heroic Octopus
Brantley was an overly optimistic octopus who worked at the post office in the postage sorting department. Brantley’s work production...
I Am A Pothead
The workshift-over night-into the morning-until 11:24 am-just shy of noon, internal debate I had about whether or not I could reveal...
Escapade
Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies I grasp Izzy’s hand too tightly as Beatles music...
