paper airplanes

We fold corners, crease and prepare for launchfrom a rooftop patio we’re not supposed to be onaccording to a sign and we throw paper airplanes into the darknesswatching them until they disappear into the night’s cold cloak silence beckoning the words we scribbled on the wingssaying hello and nice to meet you and don’t you look nice

la casita

We call it “la casita” because it was the only house we moved into when I was growing up—all of the others were apartments of varying sizes and shapes and neighborhoods. My dad worked all day, but I only remember the coming home in muddy bootsbooming voices like quicksandpouring into my ears. We had a

First Year ESL Paraprofessional

I can’t soothe the hurt I see in them…I wish I could.Their actions under the circumstances impress me.At their age, I was an utter emotional mess.It says so in the Snoopy diary with the broken lockstored in my footlocker in the basement.   Theirs seems a dark lonely world, a damp cold wind chilling their emotionsremains their

An almost normal Friday, Death sitting on my couch, eating Cheetos

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