Through the Cracks
“Once I broke the trust they had /
I regret breaking a pickle jar”
Tag Archives: 14-15
Why You Should Love Your Kids More than Your Hat
‘”Passports.’
‘Here are ours. My wife, Meena, my daughter, Adrika, and my son, Ravi.’
‘Okay,’ the customs agent replied with an eye roll.
He was thanked for his tireless work nonetheless, and the family continued on their way through the seemingly endless Heathrow hallways.”
The Negative Side of Stereotypes
“When I was in eighth grade, I was on the phone with a friend and she was telling me about a seventh grader who took an eighth grade honors math class. This shocked me for two reasons: one because of how smart he was and second, because he was not Asian and did not fit into that ‘smart’ stereotype.”
Failed
“It was an ordinary Tuesday morning. The sun shone through the cracks in the blinds. A light layer of frost covered the front yard. I regrettably got out of bed to eat breakfast. I got on the bus before arriving at the bane of my existence, school. I walked into my first class, math. Yuck! Students were piling into every classroom until the bell rang, and like magic, everyone disappeared into their rooms.”
The Otherworld, Book IX: The Shadow Legion
“It began bouncing around her. Clufa didn’t mind. She was harnessing it, after all, so if it touched her, it would do nothing to her. She peered at the edge and saw the shadowy being.
Clufa didn’t bother to hide a small smile creeping across her face. She faced the man, and from behind her, she felt a cold chill. As she turned, Altzeroil let out a small breath.”
Opal Shore
“You’re going to be late for work!”
I pull up my swim trunks and pat my hair, as if that will keep it down. I’d hardly call my job at the Opal Shore Beach Club a job at all. I’ve been a member since before I can remember. Our family has been members for decades. Generations. My grandfather obtained one of their ultra-exclusive memberships back in the 60’s. He passed it along to my parents in the 90’s. One day, probably within the next ten years, my dad will pass Grandpa’s membership to my siblings and me, and we’ll continue going with our children. So on and so forth.
Creation
I kept walking back and forth over this invisible line from the girls, who at that time were all obsessed with colored powder and sticky stuff you put on your lips for fun, which I never understood; and the boys, who would do very repulsive things like punch each other until one of them bled, and tackle each other over an oddly shaped ball (which I later found out was a football).
Dubsy
If there were a choice that could decide the fate of your loved ones, and whether or not you were put in jail for the rest of your life, would you take it? Of course you would, without hesitation, or at least I did. My name is Evner Dubs. Fourteen years ago, I was put in prison for the murder of my girlfriend, Lea, and my best friend, Dexter.
PERSEPHONE / Wake of A Dark Rose
Me,
A tendril of a person, wrapped around a bruised finger.
An obsession, as you’ve said before.
Problems and struggles and flaws and fault
When really,
What is fault, when everything has two sides?
Not two dimensional, so deep,
So rooted into the pure
The Musical Connection
“Music is a force that connects us all and that is an essential part of our communication with other people and with our inner selves. People have made music for thousands of years, every culture making its own special kind. Even after the original foundation of music, it still grows and changes, along with humanity, bringing to life different styles and feelings. In just about every person, you will find that music has made connections and bonds, even if you don’t realize it at first. Music is an extraordinary thing that feeds our minds and memories and is a crucial part of both the personal and public worlds.”
On the Multi Regional Theory of Human Evolution
Nowadays, researching is a walk in the park compared to what it used to be like. Instead of having to go all the way to a library to find books with limited information on a subject, the seemingly endless expanse of information on the internet is at our fingertips. However, researching online still can be difficult, especially if you don’t really know what you are doing.
The Woman in the Moon
Some dare to love the night. They wax poetic on the velvet warmth of the air wrapping around them, write odes to the nightingale and to the bright stars that twinkle and provide only a smudge of light
—a lit candle in a yawning abyss—
—a campfire that casts as many shadows as light—
—a crystal sewn into a wedding gown’s silk for color—
Light. But swallowed up by darkness.
Why Do We Dream?
We dream because we all have some sort of imagination. Usually, dreams aren’t exactly what we want to dream about. People say we can control what we dream, but actually, we can’t. Dreams come unexpectedly and randomly. Sometimes we don’t have a dream at all. I have an imagination but that doesn’t necessarily mean I have a dream every single night. Some nights I do, but forget about them, other nights I have but remember them.
frank
“‘frank? frank!’ my entire life, summed up into two short words, written in sharpie against my white bedroom walls.”
People
“Our Consumption is endless / Our hunger never quenched”
Boundless
“The sky is an endless path for Apollo to trek / his glorious reign flushes my face”
Life and Why We Live It: An Essay On Reality
“What is death? To some, it is an ultimate end. They believe there is nothing more. Others believe in some sort of afterlife.”
Uncertainty
“She thinks she knows / He thinks he understands / Yet I am still alone”
Trees of Albuquerque
“The variety in species and function in the finches were fascinating, but what really caught my eye, or in this case my ear, were the song sparrows, the way their notes flowed into each other in complete harmony, going from do to re to mi to fa in beautiful consistency.”
Black Roses
“We planned our funerals together. / You told me you wanted black roses. / ‘Black roses, where can I find those?’ I asked. / ‘I’m sure you’ll figure it out,’ you smiled.”
A Mother Knows Best
“‘What about George National High School?’ asked my mom. I immediately felt my chest tighten. You had to take an admissions test and have a perfect GPA to get into George National High School. And I didn’t have the best GPA.”