clickclickclickclickclick (a moment of silence) With a soft whoosh the fireplace bursts to life. The flames don’t evoke the reaction in me or in her that we thought they might; the sight of these flames feels entirely different than the hopeless plight we felt in the hellish firelight just a few nights ago. No, this […]Read More Fireplace
Because we were delivered from Hell’s thronging forces, life goes on. Though the sunrise looks unnatural, a bloodred orb through the white haze, life goes on. Though we must wear our filtration masks at all times when not eating or drinking, life goes on. Though all we have to eat is stale cheerios, old fruit, […]Read More Life Goes On
1. The Eighth of November There’s a heavy air about the campus today. As I walk past my peers and professors, some with their faces downcast, others looking forward as best they can, they all greet me the same way. A slow, open-palmed wave. A prolonged twitch of the mouth: not a smile, it’s too […]Read More Atmosphere
When a cop bursts into the libraryand yells Fire! Get out! We will not protect you!panic ensues, because the plan had beenstay in place where we are surroundedby concrete and greenery,that which does not easily burn. The firemen assure us that we should not leave;cops and firemen spar with harsh wordsand try to pull rank […]Read More Fire!
Less than twenty-four hours ago we received news that one of us, a Wave named Alaina Housley, was shot and killed. Now, some eighteen hours later, we awaken to plumes of smoke on the horizon, churning in the air as fire blazes towards us. We must force mourning out of our minds and focus on […]Read More Smoke Clouds
The sunset catches every speck of dust on my windshieldas I drive home for the weekend, my girlfriend sitting shotgun.It’s her first time visiting my hometown,and I can’t wait to show her my old haunts:the nature reserve a good bike ride from my housein which I find myself alone with God and prickly pears;the old […]Read More Driving Home for the Weekend