When I was in high school, I loved poetry. Poems covered my two closet doors in my bedroom, and I loved to read and write poems. Of the few things…
The blue plastic lunch table, 3rd from the swings, is where we always sat at Arroyo Elementary School. Cafeteria lunch trays were never seen on our table. Brown bags, some…
It was early morning, the day he was leaving. We stood out by the road in silence. I didn’t know what to say. I think he didn’t know how…