Today I’m putting on my heaviest coat, my mittens, boots, and woolen socks, and I will lie out on my roof in the ninety-degree heat, until I have either burned or melted away. And when finally finally all that is left is a puddle of sweat (or maybe a pile of ash), I will see … Continue reading Ash and Water
Yenita
“Mom. I’m no longer calling you Mom. From now on, I am calling you Yenita.” I stare at my six-year-old son Charlie as he tells me this – his face is deadpan but his eyes (large, dark eyes) have a glint in them. “Ok…” I say. “But where did Yenita come from?” He shrugs and … Continue reading Yenita
Breathe
If there is one thing you do, remember to breathe. Breath it all in, suck in everything (everything) that you can. Inhale the freshness around you And taste the flavor of laughter (and, if you can, compassion). In breathing, you can’t discriminate; You take in the bad air along with the good. So breathe in … Continue reading Breathe
A High Schooler’s Lament to a Clock
Go away, you stupid face - And take your hands some other place. I see your numbers every day, you count the hours I must stay. Sadistic and satiric thing – if I should want the bell to ring, you move so slowly I want to scream. But, during tests, or if I dream, you … Continue reading A High Schooler’s Lament to a Clock
Welcome to Pocket Sized
Hi...I'm Courtney. I have been writing for as long as I can remember. A lot of my writing has been lost over the years, but some stuff is still with me. I created this site as a place to house anything I've written that I like. Here you might find old college essays (proof I … Continue reading Welcome to Pocket Sized
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