The Library will be closed on Monday, January 18 for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.
Nobody knows what really goes on in her mind, her life. In school Sarah is always happy always smiling. To everybody that is Sarah. Home, Sarah is a little different. Home, Sarah is sad, lonely, mean. Every day she is hiding, hiding from those mean words, the icy glare, the horrible thoughts.
I can handle Boogeymen. Pitched black darkness? Yeah, it doesn’t send a shiver down my spine. And spiders don’t scare me in the least. My childhood was never plagued with the ordinary fears that come with wiggly teeth and staying up past nine and times tables.
From dusk till dawn
I search,
I look
From town to town,
This person I am told can give
A smile for every frown.
Up and down
These hills I look
I never seem to find
That person I am looking for,
Who is loving and so kind.
Mr. Raney was always a favorite of ours. Our neighborhood is one of the loveliest neighborhoods around. When he first moved in everyone breathed a sigh of relief because he moved into the ugliest and most neglected house on the street. We expected great things from him.
Staring into a vast,
black emptiness
counting sheep-1, 2, 3...
Consciously lying under
the matted black blanket,
Until all consciousness
has been lost out to sea.
Soaring over mile-high waves
of blue and green into the sunset,
I awoke from the dream, still somewhat fatigued and ravenously hungry. The wheels beneath me stammered over the open road, bumping along like Morse code in tune to the music of the teenager seated beside me.