Photo Source: Wikimedia Commons As principal of St. Lawrence Elementary, Sister Claudia prided herself on keeping a tight ship. No more...

Photo Source: Wikimedia Commons The bulbous brown and yellow forms resembled animals, swimming in a sea of spun sapphire. I should have waited to take the pill. It always made me see things, or at least see things differently. The woman wearing the low-cut linen dress, sitting at the table across from mine, smiled at me as though I was a beau-monde chronicler. Négatif! I wanted to shout. I also wanted to tell her that her hair was on fire, but again, I suspected I was seeing things. ...

Photo Source: Wikimedia Commons FIRE HYDRANT If not now, when? The air around him heaves. I feel the tug. I could tooth his shins, work them good. I could eat his face. It would taste queer. His smile reminds me why I am resistant to his whims. His smile disarms me. But he is not happy. I am happy at times. I can chase the red ball. I can chase the red ball. I can chase the red ball. I return it to the smile. Here is my culture, smiling man. Something he cannot understand. He wears...