By Corissa Haury She stood at the crossroads, where there were four stop signs. It was freezing. Her nose was numb. There were tiny frozen pieces of snow, ice, and her own frosty breath that framed her hood, closed as tight as she could manage without obscuring her vision. The sky was gray, flat. There was no active snow but for…
water, water, heart of slaughter / fall in love with Satan’s daughter / fall in laughter, fall in pain / now we fall, we fall again.
this is marceline, marcie for short. she is our new kitten (she’s just a year old) we got on saturday. it was my birthday, so nick and i rode the bus out to our friends’ house and borrowed their car. we got to the foster home (marcie is from a shelter) and marcie was just perfect. she came right up…
i’m on the far right. 3 middle siblings on the left, before the small boys were born. * my momma is sending me a package. i’m pretty excited. yes, i’m nearly 23 and i call her “momma” but frankly i don’t care and i will likely call her that until i die. in any case, i don’t feel almost 23.…