There’s always a fire.

People look, they don’t see.

It was his favorite part of the afternoon, or should have been: the sun bright and hot in the sky, the plants twitching their green fingers.

I’m not going to ask for your forgiveness, because you only ask for that if you think you’re doing something wrong. I don’t care what anyone says, this isn’t wrong” -Loretta.

Compose a haiku in honor of a person you admire. You are spiky spring, humming summer, wings that beat back ghosts of winter.

They were better, even angry Honorata. Roza could have been any of them, every one of them. The story hadn’t changed. Only the costumes. Only the players.

She was sorry she hadn’t been braver when she’d had the chance.

You’re a big help, Mr. I Read So Many Books.

She pretended his eyes weren’t scouring her up and down, steel wool scraping her skin raw. Her.

He says the scarecrows – ” – weren’t made to scare the crows, they were made to scare the corn.