Millions of miles from home, a lonely space dragon yawns, setting the cold darkness alive with gentle streams of purple fire. It pauses to gaze in wonder at the weightless motion of the flames, tilting a head the size of Pluto before turning and darting deeper into the pockets of the universe. Folding translucent wings … Continue reading from a distance
The air is thick and slow, holding a trapped sunlight that slants against the earth as the boy runs a wandering hand along the length of the blue gate. His fingers come away streaked with something pale—pollen, roadside dust, yesterday’s rainwater. The taste of salt, bitter and strange, lingers in his mouth, and each small … Continue reading blue
Where did you come from, tiny astronaut? I stole you from a sibling and they never stole you back. Now you sit on a stack of books beside my laptop, just watching the world, motionless behind your dark little helmet. I realized tonight that if I set you on my keyboard, the desktop background makes … Continue reading astronaut
When I opened my laptop to write this, it was 5:55. My coffee doesn't taste quite like coffee, which means I probably made it wrong, but I don't care because my mind is finally sitting up and blinking and coming to life. The Lumineers are coming through a pair of borrowed earbuds, reminding me of … Continue reading 5:55
Scene: The quietest corner of a messy room. Late afternoon, summer. A thoroughly disheveled child sits on the floor, frowning at the dim laptop screen. Scrolling through a half-finished list of questions, she realizes how unprepared she is, congratulates herself, and picks up the phone anyway. She's preparing to interview Weez Phillips—extremely cool pen pal … Continue reading because pop tarts from a gas station taste better than pop tarts from a grocery store
It’s all very simple, really, in the same way that seeing beyond the edge of the galaxy and identifying every creature in the ocean and comprehending the existence of a human soul is simple, which is to say that it’s nearly impossible except in the ways that matter. To begin, finish your snack, get up … Continue reading wonder
You tell me you were nineteen when you realized that everything won't always be okay. Empty voices hum along to the hollow tune of the dripping sink, and everyone can taste the gravity that exists between what we meant and what we tried to say. It hurts to stand still, it hurts to move, and … Continue reading the playwright
*sighs as I realize that the fact that this is technically nonfiction probably confirms my mental instability* Ice cream and the color purple. Those are melting between the lines, along with the nervous taste of yesterday's Gatorade and a sky that looks like it was washed with too much bleach, an ocean with waves that … Continue reading twix bars and paper crowns
*drains coffee cup* *eyes become very, very wide* *dives for broken office chair and hits shuffle* Salt And The Sea | The Lumineers Night so late it's nearly bleeding into sunrise, a trembling sort of exhaustion, the taste of wild freedom and soft anxiety that always comes when you're eight hours from home. The unfamiliar … Continue reading beginning to feel like home
It's been, for a lack of more original words, a hard year. And it feels good to write that, kind of in the same way it feels good to sit on the front porch steps in the moonlit darkness and rant to your half-asleep dog about the injustice of the world. But right now, it's … Continue reading inexplicable
