“my drunken soul flies” by Sasha at the table in Swansea


Tuesday July 26, 2016
9:33pm
5 minutes
from the write up on the painting “Ascend”

I shaved the side of your left head, down to the scalp. I tattooed my right thigh with a tiny eight pointed star. I ate all the blueberries, the cherries and the frozen strawberries, all while tickling your back with my toe. When we woke up the next day, you weren’t impressed with my shave job or the tattoo. You asked where all the berries went and I blushed and gave myself away. We went down to the Splash Pad and cooled off. You don’t like pools. They give you the creeps.

“from bridges to clouds” by Julia on Amanda’s patio


Monday, June 22, 2015
8:16am
5 minutes
theawesomedaily.com

My sister, Monica, loved a book when we were growing up: Bridge to Terabithia. I never read it but I didn’t have to cause my sister told me all about it 2 billion times and it was somehow my favourite book too. I would have favoured anything that already had my older sister’s stamp of approval. She knew good books. I trusted her. Monica also knew how to french kiss and told me to practice on the crook of my elbow. She said that space there felt the most like a mouth that I could get. She was right about that too. She was very wise and so I waited for her opinions before I gave mine. When I told Monica that I wanted to shave my head like her, she told me I should wait until the full moon to decide cause in that moment I wasn’t making the decision for me.