To the person who broke into my car and tried to steal my new smile
I wrote the draft of this post in a composition notebook that I found from the year 2000 because you stole my laptop and my journals, along with the bible my aunt and uncle gave me for my 18th birthday. I found an old vocabulary quiz in this purple marble notebook with the word…
The old man reading the newspaper.
I met an old man in the bookstore the other day. (I use the word “met” very loosely.) When I looked up from my laptop on the table at the cafe, giving my reading eyes a break to glaze over the aisles of books and the rows of bookshelves that line up like heaven, that’s when…
I’ve always been afraid of the dark. Still today, at the age of 21, I run up the stairs if I am the last one downstairs who has to turn out the lights. My heart races as I try to escape the darkness that always manages to follow me. What is it that scares me…