The abandoned railway line that we had been walking on, the tracks long gone and lush green overgrowth filling in the gaps, widen into a clearing at the end of which was a tunnel built of stone that emerged from the undergrowth.
“Jesus Christ,” Lill said “What is that?” Her tone was tight, fearful even.
“It’s an old railway tunnel,” I said matter of factly and gesturing obviously to the path be...
The wind off the ocean was rolling and picking up speed. Dark clouds in the distance were fast approaching.
Ren was telling me that he wanted to spend more time with me out and about, ‘doing things,’ social things, blah blah blah. It was the same argueent over and over, and I stopped listening minutes ago: he thought I was too introverted, and I thought he was too focused on others - disconnecte...
The space between stars is best described as nothing.
The same nothing as the distance between the tree just outside your window and the blue sky beyond.
The same nothing as the the rainbow you chase as a child - sure of it’s colourful existence but never able to catch it.
The same nothing as the thought that goes into planning a meal. The unseen conception that only becomes created when it’s...
“It sounds like it smells,” I sign, then wave my hands around as if to stir up the fall scents around us.
“Explain,” Tara signs with a smile.
“You know in the morning, when the air starts to feel crisper. Like, hmmm, like there is a sharpness to the air. And it smells a little damp, but not hot damp, cool damp?”
“Yeah…” she signs slowly, skeptically.
“Well it sounds like that.” Pausing, gr...
The candle glow was warm, and cast a glow that reminded me of butter. The leaves closest to my candle brightened, but not enough to discern their color. Nevertheless, their vibrancy was highlighted.
The glow cast a spherical light. The thick milky darkness of the night beyond. Over head, the stars were peeking through, beginning to sparkle.
It’s not that it was simply dark and bright. There we...
Em,
Seems like you’ve been gone forever! How has your summer been?
When my mom found my report card (my backpack is NOT a great hiding place) she registered me in summer school. So that’s what I’ve been doing for the last few weeks. Super boring. How’s the lake? It’s kinda fun to write snail mail back and forth.
Sam
Sam!
Your letter arrived! Obviously, because I’m writing back! Look at us, ...
“Like this,” the woman snapped, shaking a picture she had torn out of a magazine. “I want it like this! I don’t know why you are arguing with me.”
I took a deep breath. We had been talking in circles for 5 minutes: I want my hair like this - but that’s curly hair - if mine were shorter it would be more curly - that’s not the way it works - but I like the style - but it won’t look like that.
We ...
This is the way sunlight feels as it glimmers through the leaves,
This is the way air feels as it breezes through the blades of grass,
This is the way an ant feels as it crawls over my leg,
This is the way the clouds feel as they float in the sky,
The way the ocean must feel as it waves.
Effortless
Connected
I drift off, dizzy with sleep.
Absorbing and absorbed,
By sleep, by nature.
My mind...
