Homesick
The ceiling fan whines as it spins, moving back and forth between two speeds. It’s doing its best to break the heat, but with the setting sun sliding in through the open window, it’s an optimistic attempt.
Submissions
Sirius is Best Seen from the Peak of Mount Mee
It’s been three years since you last spoke, but when she shows up at your door with wet lines staining her red cheeks, you call in sick to work and climb into her passenger seat.
the wood with two names
driftwood builds up on the embankment...
little star can i be yours
you saw the stardust in me stardust that exists in all of us but you gave name to mine.
Was (and Is)
Without an after, there is no before. There is no telling what has happened, and what will. There is no telling if something was better. There is no was.
jealousy, jealousy
I’m picking at my fingernails when they call my name onstage. They’re always pronouncing it wrong – stee-fuh-nee.
Cousin’s Day
We took our positions. We readied our Nerf guns. The older boys had picked out the bigger ones, the ones that held fifteen to fifty foam bullets, with more bulging their pockets. I took one of the smaller ones that held eight, but I liked how powerful my small Nerf gun was.
The Essay That Will Fix Me
When I once again find myself contending with a confusing mess of emotions, I find myself needing to write these thoughts down.
A weight on our shoulders
Likened in my mind to that of a happy place, the gym has served as an escape from the stresses (though mere) of everyday life. University deadlines and missteps at work fail to infiltrate my thoughts while I’m there, my mind instead focusing on the next rep or set.
The Notification Paradox: To check or not to check…
With your phone flipped face down on the table, you can’t know unless you pick it up and check. At that moment, for a lot of people today, their glass portal becomes a worry machine. A flurry of thoughts quickly fills your mind, as it fights between checking or leaving it alone.
