Feel free to play this track ^ by my friends La De Les while reading. There are varying opinions about what it means to be an introvert or an extrovert. Frankly, I wonder if we aren’t just both sometimes. He scribbled that down.
Here is a piece I wrote for LOVE NAIL TREE during the spring of 2013. It was originally published here. Rebecca finds her mother in tears. They live in a tiny apartment where they eat rice, beans, and week-old bread for dinner most nights. Rebecca
“We’re finally vacationing,” Mother said while drying off another dish. “It’ll be nice. A fresh break. We need those. Everybody does but especially us.” Father was standing there, his right arm propping his body up against the counter. He looked calm, like it might not have
Wet. Greasy. Burnt. Raw. Bedroom. When you read these words separately, what comes to mind? What comes to mind when you read them together? Some words stand on their own, as these can. They are special, and they are to be used sparingly. Words like these
I didn’t plan to get up for at least an hour. A nap, or whatever. I heard Aaron come in. He is not hard to know when he comes home, always singing up the stairway. I couldn’t make out the lyrics. He creaked to the
“Brunch?” He nodded. I’d never been to the 5 Cent Diner before, but my roommate Les had. He said it was the kind of place you go to get comfort food, and that probably a lot of people go there after partying the night before.
The tallest boy reached down and scooped up a handful of dirt. From the corner of my eye I watched as he slowly rose and began to move behind the rest of his chanting and prodding friends. The leader stared me dead in
Steven ran quickly, making his steps nimble and quiet. He clutched the bag in his left hand and used his right to peel through the brush along the slope leading down and away from the buildings above. His mind was clear and his body moved steadily, like
Across an old oak table, over coffee and cakes with legs crossed and eyes throwing back laughter like old friends, I know I have come to his home at last and at least, alive. But, as I gaze around the room I see, upon walls firmly