“I miss you.” By Sasha at JJ Bean on Cambie


Thursday February 16, 2017 at JJ Bean
7:24pm
5 minutes
From a text

Writing is the
loneliest number
Fingers thumping heartbeats
heart breaks
break beats
on a keyboard
lit from below.

I’m always surprised
by how many people
want to write.

We all do.

I’m not surprised.

That small voice
held between
clenched
teeth
slid between
index and fore
finger
hammocked in the
clavicle
That small voice
that says,

Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen

I miss you.

“but the apricot” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Wednesday February 15, 2017
12:19am
5 minutes
Peterson First Guide to Tress
George A. Petrides


First
you slice the apricot
along the back
Gentle gentle
Second
you slide
out the pit
Gentle gentle
and maybe you hold
it in your hand
wondering if or
when you might
plant it
and maybe you hear
Jem’s voice in your ear
saying
“Apricot trees don’t
grow here, silly”
Third
you slice
up the apricot
and put the soft
petal pieces into
the bowl with all
the others

“imagery is ignored” by Sasha at her desk


Tuesday February 14, 2017
10:29pm
5 minutes
From a grading rubric

I say let’s get on with it and let’s get building. No more time for sitting and waiting for someone else to act. That’s not the kind of time we’re in. That’s not where we live anymore. If you need to grieve this fact, do it. Do it swiftly. And then, join us. I’m not entirely sure why we’re still talking about the “if”. That is no longer relevant. What’s relevant is the rumbling in the bellies of people across the nation.