Archive for November 2014

Finale (Part 2)

It’s afternoon and I’m still in pajama pants with a mound of unwashed hair piled sloppily on my head. My glasses are on, though the contacts work better, and I’m curled up ion

In The Stacks

By Jordan On 8:15 PM with 0 Comments

There was a bookstore near my apartment in Chicago that had stacks from floor to ceiling of books that were older then I was. I’m not sure if there was really a system

Hand Prints

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My hand prints, the very first ones. In the month of September, in 1996, my mom covered my hands in neon pink paint and placed them on the walls of the stairs leading

Thankful

By Jordan On 11:52 AM with 0 Comments

My brother and I stand next to each other and silently brush our teeth in tandem. We make eye contact in the mirror as he makes a goofy face, and I try my

Memories on the Mantle

By Jordan On 5:29 PM with 0 Comments

There’s a thick wooden shelf over the fireplace in the living room covered with photographs of moments that I don’t remember. A few I wasn’t alive for, but some I’m in—smiling brightly, wild-haired

How It Goes

By Jordan On 7:10 PM with 1 Comments

This is how it goes. You’re 12 years old and sitting in the corner of a 6th grade classroom next to that freaky skeleton your teacher keeps putting clothing on. You’re in Science

In Search of Pizza

By Jordan On 8:33 PM with 0 Comments

It was 2012 and we were sitting in a pagoda at camp. It was late, I think, because that’s when we had free time. I was with a few friends, and we weren’t

In Motion

By Jordan On 5:58 PM with 1 Comments

If I close my eyes I can’t really tell I’m moving. The tracks are smooth, here at least, and the noise of the train in motion is mostly a gentle hum, easily overpowered

Baby Face

By Jordan On 6:18 PM with 0 Comments

I’ve never really looked my age. Part of it’s the whole four foot ten thing. I know I’m shorter than the average 7th grader, but I would like to think that I have

Self Care 101

By Jordan On 6:15 PM with 0 Comments

Loud music that my friends all hate, that I can dance to on my own. Homemade guacamole and corn chips straight from the bag; eaten in front of the TV. Movies on Netflix—musicals

Daydreams Put On Paper

By Jordan On 10:01 PM with 0 Comments

My apartment, like most apartments in Manhattan faces out on to a wall of other apartments. With so many buildings and so many people on this relatively small island, it makes sense that

Worn In

By Jordan On 8:11 PM with 0 Comments

My father takes conference calls in his bedroom—the door shut, but his voice loud enough that I can still hear every word. I can’t see him, but I know exactly what he looks

Overload

By Jordan On 10:25 PM with 0 Comments

I’m just left of center in a six train car heading uptown that’s crowded enough that the bodies around me are keeping me more upright more than squeezing on to a handrail ever

Weird Objects and Weirder People

By Jordan On 10:13 PM with 0 Comments

There is a toothbrush hanging on the wall of the bathroom that my brother and I share back home that is probably about 4 feet long. The bristles are as big as my

This Is Not A Blog Post

By Jordan On 6:32 PM with 0 Comments

This is not a blog post. It’s snippits. Snapshots. Stories that aren’t quite story length. Mini memories and photographs and things that I haven’t discovered to words for yet. Tweets and texts I’ve