The air was thick with humidity as we stepped off the plane, a heavy wave of heat into our skin. We were a group of teenagers from the B'nai B'rith Youth Organization, eager for an adventure. Costa Rica--a land of rainforest and what we had chosen as our destination for the summer. We...
The itch of my skin, the click of a pen.
Even a bird's hum pulls me away.
Every moment tugs me somewhere else.
Ideas dart and disappear like shadows.
Hands fidget, feet tap to a silent beat.
My focus is a spark. Brief.
A hum too loud.
A light too bright.
Thoughts...
Your eye burns from your past
Its surface harsh and dry
so I cry for you
I send the gift of my tears
to the eye of Your soul
It is the embodiment of Eden
beholding It’s authentic nature and light
Your soul deserves a soothing flow
for if It succumbs to the forces...
Run. Hide. Fight.
It sounds like a childrens game of hide and seek. Yet although children know the name it's not a game.
July 4, I got off a plane in a brand new country. I connect to the wifi and scroll through social media. Facebook is my first choice. I want to see what my...
The story runs away, almost a separate entity from its creator. Because as much as the author intended to put in their words, there are infinitely more unintentional ideas left to be discovered.
My Anonymous Correspondent,
Perhaps my writing to you is a surprise. I only entreat that you pay heed to my advice with the degree of solemnity it rightfully deserves.
I took a midday nap yesterday. I was struck by a bout of inexplicable tiredness that seemed to nest all across my body. I hadn’t done anything yesterday, but I was so tired. Of course, I had to put on my podcast in order to fall asleep, a random basketball-related one, I don't particularly...
I’m engulfed in a warm plush sweater. As my mom gradually lowers to the ground she releases me from her grip. As I look around me I realize where I’m at.
“The museum!” I yell out in joy. She laughs softly and then reaches into her pale leather purse. My eyes widen with excitement...
Cold, unforgiving wind batters against my patchwork coat as I shove my way through crowded streets. Tiny snowflakes glitter on my eyelashes and my breath freezes as soon as it hits the air. Heat radiates from tiny shops advertising for the Christmas season. Children run towards the windows,...
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