I want to be one with the earth I want to sink my feet into the soft dirt and feel no difference between myself and the world around me. I want to slip into the cool river water and float as if I am made of it. I want to climb the tallest trees and […]
January/February 2017
The Boy Fictionalist
For all my life, I had hated writing. In fact, I had loathed it. When we were at school, our class would have to do writing exercises every day. My teacher, Ms. Sanders, would write a seemingly random topic on our whiteboard every morning. Before the end of class, each and every one of us […]
Adopted
We walked home together. We talked about schoolwork, and then you said, “You are adopted. I’m sorry.” Sometimes you commented on the dirt on my clothes as we walked out of school. But this felt different, like we were at a party and all of a sudden the music stopped and everyone stared at me. […]
