Sun Juong heard the door creak open as Grandma approached. She snatched up the book and Sun Juong went rigid. Surely it would mean nothing to the old woman? Grandmother looked at its cover, then at her granddaughter. "It's time."
Not all cold things are lifeless,
dear reader.
Not all that listens is silent.
The moment I saw Artie Ranberg, I knew there was something special about him. Fresh off the bus for my first day at Traverse City High, he stood at the front of a queue of upperclassmen, shaking hands and welcoming all of us freshmen to our new...
When mama took us to the zoo,
we’d sit in front
of the baboon exhibit.
Enclosed here and in the wild
baboons do not mate for life.
You showed me your green-coded
pictures of nebulas
and taught me to cry galaxies
Buck saw a long, slender, shadow move out of the dark corner and into the light. He stopped breathing as as he realized the only thing it could be.
They want ambition, trajectory, arc. They want to know about the novelist you dream of becoming, not the words you inscribe on the insides of your thighs with razor-tipped calligraphy pens.
I pointed with fingers numb from the damp air, alone by the water again.
In Antarctica all noise is white noise
Like the frozen breath in your lungs
Trying to unfold
You have not yet been born, but your mother and father are already thinking of names. Isaac, Stephen, Albert. And Jane, if you’re a girl. But you won’t be—your father’s certain.