Posts filed under: Stories and Poetry

Chances

Some people will think it was Trump. But of course, you will probably think it was Trump when you first hear it. I certainly did. Why not think it was...

Look at Me

I’m scared to open my eyes—because then I might see you. I might see your eyes, your black eyes, with pupils like pools filled with ebony. You might want me...

You’ll Find me in the Bathroom.

When I was in the third grade, I loved to pee. Every day during class I dutifully raised my hand and asked, “Can I go to the bathroom, please?” Mrs....

Arthur, My Friend

  The corrupting disease of passing time had finally caught up with Old Man Jack. An unsettling, lethargic BEEP. BEEP. echoed across the silent room as Jack breathed in and...

The Pain is not the Problem

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us....

Bathroom with a View

Slowly wandering down the pier in New York City, Jackson and I searched for a bathroom. “Rhode Island. We could live there and commute in?” Our conversation about making New...

The Secret Life of Things

There is a picture of my dad working construction on the Provo Canyon Road when he was first married to my mom. My dad is smiling and his left elbow...

Sidewalks

It reaches out like One long, slate-colored finger, Pointing straight forward. It bends to the side. The trees obscure my view, and, I wonder what’s there. All are the same....

A Thin White String

The circus trained the new baby elephant. They acquainted it with their old friend: they attached a gleaming, strong metal chain stakes to the ground around the tiny leg of...

Eve

A golden beam of summer sun is stretching from one end of the white ceiling to the other. I’ve been laying here long enough to watch it slowly extend across...