Sleeve tattoo

try to ignore the fact that she just called me by my first name, which I will forever loath. “Oh, just to Kimmy’s house.” I say, slamming the door behind me not caring to hear her response. Outside the cool San Francisco air hits me. I tug at the sleeves of my wool cardigan. It took me awhile to get used to the whole concept of San Francisco being summer less. After seven years of living here I kind of like it. I pull up the car to Kimmy’s house and honk the horn. Shortly after, she…

Introduction My life has been a non-linear journey, weaving the places I lived, the people I’ve met, the things I’ve learned and the experiences I created into the fabric of who I am. From a young age, I had an affinity for art; envisioning ideas, creating through my hands, executing projects, there wasn’t some form of the fine arts that I didn’t dabble in. It wasn’t until my senior year in high school that I interviewed for the BOCES Cultural Arts Center in Syosset, a program that fosters the…

dragged Loreley along to the lunchroom There at the front door of the lunchroom stood a tall and buff guy with a red mohawk looking style but just with a ponytail at the end. He wore a white tank under his football team jersey with the sleeves cut off had a tattoo on his right arm of a dragon on his bright pale skin. His eyes are a piercing red…

another life, zeus is lounging on the couch of his best friend’s house and saying, “i’ll get a job, man, i swear it,” even though CEO seats only smell of sweat and he’s the type to smell of leaving, he says, “guess what’s up my sleeve” to ladies and shows off lightning bolt tattoos and gets drunk and cries and begs hera to come home because he has only ever known rest at the seat of her collarbone hera is louis vuitton, devil wears prada. pants suits and hair up in a tight bun. a warning lies…

After an intermission that was probably only ten minutes but felt like an eternity, the lights at the Fillmore Theater in Miami Beach dimmed and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers and whistles as “The Flood Tour” started. The anticipation for the moment everyone in the audience had been waiting for since they bought their ticket is nearly palpable. Finally, the drummer starts, setting the rhythm, followed by the guitarist and bassist until lastly the vocalist starts singing and the fans…

As Henry walked down Haussmann Boulevard, his beaten and creaky shoes made a squeak with each step. They were falling apart. Most people around Paris knew Henry Raggle as “Rags”, the homeless war veteran that was almost too poor to eat. His best source of income was begging and gaining information on the Milieu Gang. They were the biggest gang in Paris and people payed for information on their movements. Rags didn’t know much about the gang, but everyone hears rumors and whispers of what the…

While my parents traveled to and from work everyday, there were a couple of songs they may have heard quite often due to their popularity. If they happened to be listening to the radio when I was born, they more than likely heard the number one song “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” by Aerosmith (“Birthday No #1.”), which won the MTV Movie Award for Best Song from a Movie (“Aerosmith Awards.”). Diane Warren, the songwriter, became nominated for an Oscar for the Best Music from an Original Song,…

Melanie, Violet, Summer, Mark, Travis, Justin and myself, America, have been friends since freshmen year at Guelph University in Guelph Ontario, Canada. Every year we promised each other that we’d go away for reading week, but as the years went on none of us had the time or energy or money to go anywhere, we all just wanted to stay local, and sleep in the comfort of our hometown, Guelph. As senior year was approaching and the thought of all of us going our separate ways, we decided that we’d…

Growing up in DeBill, Kansas, I always wanted to move, or I’d try running away every other week. DeBill was known to about four thousand people and a 2A State Championship win from 1966 that is still the talk of the town. I always nicknamed us, “Ghost Town, USA”. I absolutely hated and often wondered why we couldn’t just move the 45 miles down south to Kansas City, but Mom was adamant that we were not going to move away from the town she was from. Then she’d us the excuse of being a teacher and…