Who ever knew that trees could get so big,
Or sunny roads could echo in the day—
These hollow streets sans swings and basketballs
Sing but the trip of leaves against the lawn. Continue reading “apocalypse Easter Someday”
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The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Eleven: 3-23-2020)
I must’ve wondered if I’d ever see snow again. The snows of Christmas and Kilimanjaro. The snows at the end of winter when afternoons return. The snows of dawn and mittens pink and blue. Continue reading “The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Eleven: 3-23-2020)”
The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Four: 3-16-2020)
Hail to the teachers! Happy Monday!
My lesson plan for this week is to make my students laugh. Continue reading “The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Four: 3-16-2020)”
Force: a story story
Today is Monday October 9.
Today misses Spencer goed up to the front of the class and sayd to us Class one two three one two three drop your pencil eyes on me and then she smiled at us and we laffed becaz her smile its so pretty. Then misses spencer sayd Friends we are going to have a new adition to our class he is a new studint Everyone say hello to our new friend ! then we all said HELLO NEW FRIEND but he didnt say hi back he just standed in the front of the class and he looked down on the flor and haved his arms crosed and a mad face and then Misses Spencer sayd to the new boy Why dont you tell us your name? …
Read the full graphic version here: Force, by Yousef Alqamoussi
CRAZY
Sometimes I wish that certain people were dead
And others would live forever,
That I could torture my childhood bullies
And redo lost fights with past lovers. Continue reading “CRAZY”
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DETROIT
I miss dangerous Detroit
I miss dark Detroit
I miss angry Detroit
I miss empty Detroit Continue reading “DETROIT”
Porch: a short story
When she opened the door that morning, there they were again as they’d always been: two men standing on the porch. Black coats. Black pants. White shirts. Neckties. All smiles.
“G’mornin’, ma’am!” said the first one. The second one never said anything. Continue reading “Porch: a short story”
PERFECT
Something about perfection
disgusts me.
Jalsa: a short story
“Bro, this queer’s fleeked out or some shit.”
Ameer had understood only two words from that sentence: “this” and “or”.
The others must have been in a vernacular unfamiliar to him. After all, he was aware that American English varied by region. When he had heard the sentence in class, whispered schemingly from one classmate to another, he had scrambled to write it down. He only hoped that he had spelled it out correctly: “brow this kweerz flekout or semshet”. He had hoped to look the words up later. Continue reading “Jalsa: a short story”
