Another Open Letter to Year 3

Another Open Letter to Year 3

Dear Year 3,  Really. It still surprises me that you use words like excellent and unique to describe me in the short time we’ve known each other. Well, I guess it’s not really a short time anymore… we certainly know each other far more now than when...
Clarisse

Clarisse

I remember Clarisse’s words, straight from Modern World Literature in freshman year of high school. “Have you ever watched the jet cars racing on the boulevards down that way?” “You’re changing the subject!” “I sometimes think...
Jetties.

Jetties.

I hadn’t seen a jetty before. Not in my thoughts of God. Not in my lofty spiritual pursuits nor in desperate pleas for my longings to be fulfilled. Jetties don’t belong there. Not there. But I still see him. And we’re there. In the place I had thrown...
Coffee Conversion

Coffee Conversion

A fly balances on the edge of an empty mocha latte glass. Traces of beige frothed milk line its walls, as the insect that still survives New Zealand’s autumn buzzes around the room, constantly landing back to salivate on the leftover glass. Why am I starting a...