Room

Room

“I am alone. I have always been alone. Alone is what I am.” — Loren Eisely, “All the Strange Hours” My bedroom is small—crowded from floor to ceiling with books. Books on the shelves. Books stacked on the floor. Books overflowing onto the dressers and multiplying. Twin stacks stand atop the clear glass tank that [...]

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“Not A Fish”

“Not A Fish”

If you had looked around my dorm room my first year of college, you would have seen the usual: a mini fridge topped with hard-bound textbooks; a blocky desk with a matching wooden chair that makes any butt twinge in fear; a chest of drawers bursting with unfolded jeans and sweaters; a towering set of [...]

What I Carry

What I Carry

Nothing could be heard except the crunching of stones beneath my feet, the grinding of my heels as they were pressed deeper into the trail. Already, I could see the dust settling on my once-black socks, turning them an uneven shade of brown. My eyes followed them as I placed one foot down and then [...]