Ah, Halloween. The one day of the year when one gets social license to dress as their innermost desire. Max and I were sophomores at Libertyville High School. LHS
Category: Nonfiction
He says there will be fire. Tongues of fire raining down from heaven. He says this into a microphone – nearly spitting – while pacing the same stretch of stained carpet. I am ten
When people say “that was the grossest thing I’ve ever seen in my life” or “He/she was the most disgusting person” they are usually being hyperbolic. But some unfortunate souls get to actually experience the most disgusting human they
In G’s basement growroom, the LED full spectrums run pink with Miss Sour Diesel budding crystal like the top of Mt. Hood. Miss Gorilla Glue #4 bushes wide with thick, dark leaves smiling. A couple more weeks on the
While listening to an author recite her latest poems, I become infatuated with her voice, with the magnetic vulnerability made lyric by her art… how the courage to reveal herself turns the words she speaks into a lure of
Four of us sat around the small bedroom when there should have been five. Words were scarce. Peter sat at the desk chair, the rest of us were piled onto Garrett’s neat bed that used to be nothing but
“I just sleep with men,” he says, “I wouldn’t date one.” We sit in my 1999 Mercury Mystique, air chapping our faces from the heater. Snow melts as it meets my warmed windshield. Him: twenty-five, bleached blond, an angular
“PAH-KOO-RAH! PAH-KOO-RAH!” Tom yelled at the red lights to change as we drove to my dance class. At nine years old I didn’t understand the sounds of Korean. When I was raving through the house, hyper, bored and anxious
I wake up to her lightly soothing my arm saying, “Wake up, mama.” My eyes peek at her for a moment then revert back to some more REM. “Vamos Ariella, no hay tiempo,” Lets’ go Ariella, there’s not much
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