It wasn’t supposed to be this way
Who are these black figures, hovering around my bed like the dementors on the Hogwart’s Express? Am I dying? But there’s no bright light. Every breath is a struggle.
Who are these black figures, hovering around my bed like the dementors on the Hogwart’s Express? Am I dying? But there’s no bright light. Every breath is a struggle.
Tommy sniffs me at the door, the scruffy dog more polite than enthusiastic. One of his jobs is door monitor. He races back to the man lying in bed in an adjacent room.
The morning dew soaked through the pants on Hans’ suit. He was on his knees, both hands clasped in front of him, as if paying homage to a shrine.
The Dutch Orphan is a novel by Ellen Keith about Jewish children who are threatened by deportation from The Netherlands and who are separated from their parents and placed in temporary and precarious housing within Dutch orphanages.
Out of breath after climbing three flights of stairs to her new apartment, she muscled her way in the door and set down her heavy shopping bags. The apartment was completely empty aside from a few stacks of boxes against the living room wall.
As readers, we don’t see the actual musical forms laid out on the page, but we experience their abiding presences through Meyerson’s poetry.
At the start of the year, I found myself traveling to Portugal for a funeral instead of a children’s writing conference in NYC. I needed a book that wasn’t too heavy, both literally and figuratively, as I would only have a carry-on, and I was already emotional.
My niece was a glitter girl, perpetually covered in multi-coloured gems from glue guns and magic markers.
A homeless Deer takes shelter at the ramshackle tent near the bottom of the field. I think she is homeless, or at least tribeless.