Essay: We'll Have |
The air moved and the chests reverberated: a loud bass slammed through the room. Several times the walls rattled, but we continued. My teacher taught. Students studied. All the while clocks mounted on...
Posted by Zac on Thu, 10 May 2007 07:57:00 PST |
Essay: Shopping |
Against the back of a car, a shopping cart pressed. Smooth metal reflecting smooth, cold metal, and I walked right by it. My eyes diverted on glance to my feet. I stepped on foot ov...
Posted by Zac on Thu, 10 May 2007 07:56:00 PST |
Essay: The Chemistry of Pi |
When, in 100 years, my water has evaporated, my carbon grown, my nitrogen eaten--my atoms heated by the sun--I will still remember the rumble. On smooth metal tracks, the train tapp...
Posted by Zac on Thu, 10 May 2007 07:52:00 PST |
Essay: Pink and Brown |
When seven, I'd return to my apartment from the sandy playground outside. Upon entering I would stare at my father asleep in his recliner. Talking nonsense, the television would jab...
Posted by Zac on Thu, 10 May 2007 07:51:00 PST |
Essay: Boy! |
In silver, a man blows bubbles outside the museum. Bikes roll by. The city--slates of grass, trams of spark, the people of interiors--moves. Here, I drive past a red, tells me to st...
Posted by Zac on Thu, 10 May 2007 07:48:00 PST |
Essay: Sugar Cube |
Stayed, the air, in its spot, unrelenting and thick. Here, in this room, all things align. Bricks on top of bricks, desks following each other and all heads down: everything is in its place. The elect...
Posted by Zac on Thu, 10 May 2007 07:47:00 PST |
