8 Second Ballad by rick coonrod I donâ€™t know what to write about. I have no time to sit. My life is chaos, falling down.
It’s Like That Sometimes by phil during the entire year of 4th grade, this girl relentlessly reminded me that my face was long and misshapen.
off the map by jim benz Except for faces and hands, there is no surface that defines our mutual convergence. “Your blue is clear /