Zephyr

By Billie Daddario Zephyr winds cause pines and aspen to dance Bright hot sun lay languid shadows on rocks A woodpecker and an owl fracture errant solitude Reptile sunning myself against warm smooth granite A million years of ephemeral contractions  Decay becomes fodder becomes decay Exhale creation  Excellence, perfection, flawless  Summer Learn more about BillieContinue reading “Zephyr”

What are You Doing New Year’s Eve?

I’m sitting in my living room alone on New Year’s Eve, glaring at the fake fireplace on my TV screen. This isn’t at all how I planned to spend tonight, and I blame Jim Halpert.  There’s this episode in The Office where Jim Halpert finally gets the balls to tell Pam Beasley how he feelsContinue reading “What are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”

Last Christmas

December 24, 2015 Her eyes tried to focus through a veil of tears, but the diamond beyond remained a glistening blur. The salted droplets continued to form, poised to roll joyously down her pink tinged cheeks. Tears teetered on the edge of an already smudging mascaraed lash. She lifted her eyes upward. The seasonally litContinue reading “Last Christmas”

Christmas Magic

Jan was having the devil’s own time this holiday season. It was Christmas Eve, and for once in her ninety-three years, she had nothing to look forward to. Her ginger cat, Charles, curled in her lap as she sipped her morning coffee. Her late husband’s budgies squawked in their cage more aggressively than usual–as ifContinue reading “Christmas Magic”

The Play in Playground

By Gabrielle Pelayo “Childhood. It is a time where individuals are youthful and free to explore the world around them. Imagination runs rampant through a child’s mind and lets them soar to new heights.” Sophia pondered over the opening quote for a moment as she sat in her comfortable blue chair in her living room.Continue reading “The Play in Playground”

Merryweather

Charmy could find a beat in anything. It’s why she was such a great percussionist, and it’s why Mr. Luger begged her to join the marching band in eighth grade.  But she couldn’t find a beat in the beep of Aurora’s heart monitor.  Hospitals run on rhythm, but as Charmy rested her head in herContinue reading “Merryweather”