"Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question . . . Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and make our visit." ** ••• Someti...

How could it not be you?

love is plane tickets midnight phone calls chocolate icing always being sorry blue blankets school id's robot t-shirts too stupid to see the signs capturing your attention for a week rotting houses short stories talking sea turtles sunflower fields blackberry-sage tea tree houses index cards raptor hunting eskimo kisses acoustical gray sweaters less than three beautifully sad magic carpet rides telling me to shut up with the apologies more plane tickets.

love is plane tickets midnight phone calls chocolate icing always being sorry blue blankets school id's robot t-shirts too stupid to see the signs capturing your attention for a week rotting houses short stories talking sea turtles sunflower feilds blackberry-sage tea tree houses index cards raptor hunting eskomo kisses acoustical gray sweaters less than three beautifully sad magic carpet rides telling me to shut up with the apologies more plane tickets.

The loneliness of a small six year old girl ended with a single brilliant idea. Elliot snuck through her bedroom window one night to climb the maple tree that stood alone in her backyard. Looking up at the stars, Elliot was struck by how incomplete the big sky made her feel, and she knew that the something that would make her whole was tucked away in the universe. So she devised a plan to find the missing element. She looked around at her possessions, would they be enough? She began to gather...

The loneliness of a small six year old girl ended with a single brilliant idea. Elliot snuck through her bedroom window one night to climb the maple tree that stood alone in her backyard. Looking up at the stars, Elliot was struck by how incomplete the big sky made her feel, and she knew that the something that would make her whole was tucked away in the universe. So she devised a plan to find the missing element. She looked around at her possessions, would they be enough? She began to gather...

love is plane tickets midnight phone calls chocolate icing always being sorry blue blankets school id's robot t-shirts too stupid to see the signs capturing your attention for a week rotting houses short stories talking sea turtles sunflower feilds blackberry-sage tea tree houses index cards raptor hunting eskomo kisses acoustical gray sweaters less than three beautifully sad magic carpet rides telling me to shut up with the apologies more plane tickets.

I have closed my eyes time and time again, but sleep strangely eludes me. Juana Bormann and Elizabeth Volkenrath are sleeping soundly, like angles, beside me in our cell. Our singing, to taunt and defy our jailors, is still ringing in my head. Echoing them are the memories I can't believe have fallen on hard times. The future seemed so bright. We were so sure of ourselves. "We are the army of the swastika, Lift high the red banners! We want to build German labour's Road to Liberty! We do not...

Who: students What: stop Where: in the middle of the hall Why: because they’re oblivious to anyone but themselves How: stupidly… When I was walking to fifth hour, I noticed the absolute arrogance of a good portion of the Slidell High School student body. Groups of teenagers like to mosey to class at their own pace, or, even worse, stop completely in the middle of the hall. Can you imagine how frustrating this is? Why must these “Hall-Cloggers” abruptly interrupt the constant, steady flow of ...