SCHOOL CAFETERIA – LUNCH TIME In a public high school, with lots of chatter glittering the air, a stalk of celery shuffles his way through the buffet. He’s the new kid. A junior who just moved to town from Ohio. … Continue reading
The blackness of sleep had a way of erasing last night’s feelings like no classroom pencil she had ever known. While she gathered her things, pulled her socks on underneath her jeans, slipped her bra into her purse, her blouse … Continue reading
She said that if you understood the extraordinary set of circumstances that had to go right to create a healthy baby, you’d understand that we are all miracles. “It’s a miracle to be alive,” she said, and she spent the … Continue reading
There were twelve of us in the café. Denizcan was the only one standing. He took his glasses off and wiped the lenses. “Sit,” he told me. “Sit here.” A small TV hung in one corner. It ran a streaming … Continue reading
I had no idea what I would do after graduation. Senior year in Chapel Hill for the twelve of us was a carnival inside of a bell jar, and I was having enough trouble keeping my feet straight in the … Continue reading
It was said that Ted Lee had made it with nearly every eligible bachelor in the state of North Carolina, and that was why he had to quit the place. I believed it, knowing from our days in university that … Continue reading
Our team had won the football game and now the band was playing and hips were swaying and underage men and women were screaming Barry Wylie’s song back at him with equal parts vigor and slop. From my perch the … Continue reading
My mind’s drained, dull, dim from sitting in this half-cirque classroom, listening to this not-so bashful professor drone. Om is a meditative sound. Om. Om. I’m asleep if not for these thoughts. No; dead.
So Will sent me this: and I was like, What the hell is this?… but it’s art, right? So I did this: A Boy’s Game Sunlight shot through the beams of wood and set the dust into motion. It drew … Continue reading
Here is a serious and perhaps sullen question: where does the other sock go? You know the sock, the one that falls out of the dryer first thing when you open the door. It’s no big deal; you put it … Continue reading