I saw a couple heatedly arguing at the edge of the road in front of a tucked-away apartment complex, and then he pushed her into the road and moved back towards her.
I saw a couple heatedly arguing at the edge of the road in front of a tucked-away apartment complex, and then he pushed her into the road and moved back towards her.
After stumbling across the gangway at Frankfurt during a layover, I’m suddenly in a heart-racing haze at security, an officer observing my disoriented self, swabbing my belongings for “substances.”
Mom was in the ICU for three weeks. The doctor suggested moving her to hospice.
Spiralling, up, up, my anxiety levels. Sweat, hot, dances down my back.
The heavy bass resonates in the bathroom, the vocals barely audible over the running water.
“Twix can be a little difficult to handle at times, but you will do just fine. You are our little star, after all,” he said, fumbling with the bridle, the stale odor of alcohol on his breath.
A boy dressed as a robot is sitting next to a fairy.
A baby’s crying woke me up at midnight.
The black and white photo is loosely tucked into an old photo album of my late aunt.
The floor thrusts towards the ceiling. Walls splinter and pieces of plaster crumble around us.
To feel safe, I lock myself into bathrooms.
The school said our year wasn’t mixing well.
“You look very good,” she said, patting my arm. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Do I know you?”
Resetting the antique clock was an occasion—my mother stood behind me, coaching.
The only sound I remember was the hiss of the camp stove with the smoke-stained bottom holding the aluminum pot as we waited for water to boil.
His little legs stick out from underneath his green backpack, making him look like an upright walking turtle.
It is an unsaved number but I answer, leaning back as the preliminary recording begins.
I squatted on the sand at dusk, hoping the sound of the sea would soothe me, but it churned and roared like my stomach.
Even though I’d attended my proudly multicultural school for years, they cut up my name.
I was drowning. Or so I thought. My head kept bobbing under and I was taking in gulps of lake water again and again.