Slyly Sleeping Settled Snow
The way the settled snow sounds like little beads brushing when the breeze blows through the tiny window crack – I guess that’s why it’s called wind…o. Why am I so paranoid? Is it how late it is or is it because my mind has been bogged in meta mental, moment collecting, crumbling cast? The…
The Shadow Dance
You sit there and stare blankly at the shadow figures dancing the waltz in your room. Slouched against your bedroom wall, you don’t bury behind the blankets and pillows that surround you, instead you compress your breath to shield away any form of noise that might distract them. You listen closely for hints of the…
Giant Balloons, Germans, & Gorillas
In the wee hours of the morning I’m woken up by my mother with a cool toned, “Wakey Wakey Artichokey” and a flick of the bright white ceiling fan light directly in the middle of my bedroom and in my face. I throw on the clothes I layed out the night before, jeans and multiple…
Lily Schaub 