Art and Writing
Rooftop Excerpt
MAX, 19, sits alone on a rooftop with his acoustic guitar. He slowly strums the chords to The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot by Brand New. VALENTINE, also 19, climbs to the rooftop and sits next to him. He stops.
Get Me Out
Oh please, Sir, get me out of here now. Dr. S., I want out. I promise this won’t happen again, I promise. This was the last time and I’m all better and I’m happy I swear I just want to go out again and breathe air and I’m suffocating and I need air I need air.
Time Can’t Heal All Wounds
I stand on the edge of the altar, holding his hands as the bell tower chimes twelve in the background. When the tolling stops, so does everything else. The people in the pews are frozen stiff, and the entire church has come to a standstill.
Animus Nocendi
When the day of the trial came, David put on his best suit. It had been a gift from his mother when he started law school. She had shown him a chart with the mortality rates of government lawyers, but he had assuaged her fears by assuring her that he was only interning until he could get a job with one of the big firms.
Hopeful Memories
I awake to the quiet electronic beeping interrupting a dream. I gaze down and look at my watch. The sun captures the cracked line under the teal band where my tan skin stops. I rise and stumble into a big t-shirt, the shoulder drooping low, my dad’s. I step onto the cool grass, soft beneath me. Our bare feet on the ground run, our soles feeling purpose.
Sweater Weather
How does this lonely crow happen upon the beauty of a dove entwined?
She is tethered at the hip to the gray dove who encircles far out of sight,
an array of feathers black and white caress the ground leaving an imprint,
as the two flutter by each other, the only exchange are long glances of what if?
Miguelito.
I remember when they came in.
The sound of the boots as they walked up the steps,
the whole building shook.
We heard a loud banging on your door,
over and over and over again.
The Performance
The audience squirmed in their seats, excited whispers floating through the air like dandelion fluff on a summer breeze, speculating about her talent. They leaned forward in their chairs, eagerly waiting for her to start.
The Penelopiad: A New Life
“... Dear Queen Penelope, would you grant me the honor of accepting my hand in marriage?”
Epipen
All around us is death. It's there when we walk on the grass, crushing the plants beneath us, or when we get that phone call that someone we know has passed away. Maybe it's the suicide prevention posters up in the hall. Anyhow, it's everywhere. And yet somehow, we can never be prepared for it.
The Priestess and The King, a Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, there was a young priestess gifted with magical powers by the god of knowledge. She lived in a small village of worshippers, who she led routinely in the daily sacrifices. No girl was more dedicated to her god than she.
You Can Not Imagine
I have seen horrible things.
I have seen things
you can not imagine.
Train cars pulling up,
one hundred people
in each car.
Jane and Vincent
A police officer, GREG, stands in front of JANE and VINCENT. Jane, around 19, sits in a onsie and a bun. VINCENT sits in sweat pants and a tee-shirt, his hair is slightly styled and he’s wearing square glasses.
GREG
Trespassing, vandalizing-
VINCENT
That wasn’t us.
GREG
I didn’t ask. Whatever, just call your lawyer already.
In the Doldrums
You can’t stop time with a kiss because what if he doesn’t kiss you back
You can’t read in silence because there is so much terror in turning that next page
You can’t escape time with music because it will never be loud enough
You can’t release time because there’s no room to breathe
As the Coffee Fell
As he began his commute across the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, he couldn’t help but feel, for the first time, that this was all pointless.