From the edge of the wall to the edge of the counter, the bathroom mirror alines with the sink. Fog clouds the shower and in the reflection he stands bold and bare with nothing but a towel on his waste. Loud footsteps creep into his ears as the banging begins to get louder. With the door now rattling his body is motionless. His ears are deaf while his name is repeated. It's been hours and no one h...
I like taking walks on mornings like this but today there's reason.
It's humid and the cement is wet.
My socks are soaked.
The market by the house opens at 7am and it's a block away.
My dog Bo and I take the trip for milk.
The clouds seem to hover jus above the grass.
I wish I would have checked the weather before I left.
It's not too late to go back, as I turn around, the house is still ...
Excited for tomorrow,
Harley picks out her clothes.
While packing her backpack, she
makes sure to
bring her baby blue polaroid camera
her mom got for her on her birthday.
Her mother loved fish and
sea animals.
Before she passed, Harley wanted
to be a photographer just like
her mom.
On the way to the aquarium she
counted all of the coins
she would throw in the
wishing well, 38¢.
That year he...
The witchy screams call out to me pleading for help. Every halloween they chant from the foggy forest behind the shed of my back yard. Mild winds blow strong an whistle through tree tops. With the moonlight shining brightly on my eyes, I lay awake like an insomniac. I count my steps on the way down stairs only to hear the screams eco the long halls. Grabbing my coat on the way, I head out the door...
"It's real alright. I won" Rereading every number in order and I can't believe it's real. All we've needed was money just a little would do a lot of good for us. "Maybe with the money, we'd have food or clothes and even a notebook for school." Poor is close but the word your looking for is unfortunate. Before now there was no hope in finding wealth. I'm only 12, not old enough for a job but my you...
The Asheville winds comb
through his dirty brown hair.
He sits atop his horse
searching for this place the long path
has lead him.
By sunset, he's barely halfway
and with no complaint he continues.
Watching the sun shine it's colors
upon the broad mountains
that touch the sky.
He rides.
The blue light of the moon
pears through
the vagrant white clouds.
When his skin is covered
in goosebumps,...
