Heart Application: 128459 Page 3/11 Risk Agreement In accepting your assigned heart, you are subject to the following risks outlined below. Inability to: Concentrate in class when the subject of your affection invades your mind. Say the correct thing when the subject of your affection’s eyes are in your vicinity. Breathe when […]
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The way you look away. Your fingers slide past in a whirl of degradation, Idling not a moment as mine do an era. Your eyes slide past, no pause for the sacred, And those tender and abrupt lips part no more. I have been halted, A storm raging inside, bringing an air of disrepair and […]
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In my house, a cup of tea prepared by the 17-year-old me is appreciated more than my poetry. Strange women with magnifiers instead of eyes scrutinize what I cook best and when I will be of age. My mother lets them. My poetry book sits untouched because the women forgot their spectacles at home and […]
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She always smiled in her pics She held purses with nothing inside, Wore shiny sunglasses that Covered her eyes. They saw her and they liked her. They called her, they winked at her. She giggled and walked away For she constantly looked ahead. Didn’t see her pulling her sleeves, Hiding her tears, chasing away her […]
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To the one that broke my heart, It’s been two days, and I wonder if you’re okay. I wonder if you’re in as much pain as I am. I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you. I wonder if you miss me as much as I miss you. These […]
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it keeps getting darker because more of the lightbulbs in my bedroom have burst and the words “this is how it ends” won’t stop echoing in my head. i’ve been thinking about how the rhythm we speak in is the same as a heartbeat except heartbeats are butterflies and boys with cute smiles and sometimes […]
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“Joe College” is an excerpt from Lanny Larcinese’s memoir, which is a work in progress. I grew up during the fifties and sixties and spent a lot of time at our family-owned restaurant in a semi-industrial area of Detroit. I needed a short leash, so even before I worked regularly at the Bungalow Bar B-Q, I often had to be there […]
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“Heart House” is one of the October Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story. . Her name was Emmy and her heart was a house. To get inside, you would need a key. There were others with no locks on their doors; they let people go in and out of their […]
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He has summer in his eyes But December in his veins When he looks at me, Summer hits me like a truck Cold drinks, long nights, daydreams. He’ll never touch me, But I’m fine with that I’ll never feel snowflakes hitting my skin Or a cold winter wind, And I’m still hoping that’s a good […]
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