Yen

In those days, between the megacanes, some of us would be sent out into the searing heat to inspect the panels and batten down whatever had broken loose. Something was always broken. Continue reading Yen

Overdue Goodbyes

You never heard it at the time, of course. But, you were the sunshine of 8 a.m. freshman calculus class. All easy smiles, quick laughs, and bright eyes sitting next to me.

You never acknowledged the scowls and leers the other boys gave us, setting your sights on a certain unworldly someone instead.

You were always there with a ready question or small talk afterward in the breezeway. Continue reading Overdue Goodbyes