Month: June 2019

Braided–Part Three

Jessica, Tessie, and Amy live in a place where everybody wears a color-coded tasseled identification braid from their right sleeve, signaling what they do for a living. The system works well, except for the people wearing yellow identification braids. These people sell illegal braids to those with bad reputations, so they could appear as someone better and make a living. The people wearing yellow braids are the one problem in this otherwise perfectly organized system. The three friends learn that those with yellow braids are disrupting the economy, too, but Amy has other thoughts about these people. 

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Loud banging crashed against the door of Tessie’s house. She popped out of bed, peeped through the front curtain, then ran back to where her parents were sleeping. “It’s Jessica. I’ll be back.”

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I Shine

I was inspired to write this poem after visiting the Turell Skyspace at Rice University. 

I listen
When they come to see me they talk
They can’t help doing it so I don’t blame them
But the conversations!
Did you turn the stove off before we left?
Aww, look, a birdie.
Their laughter rumbles like happy thunder
And their sighs whisper like lonely wind.

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Braided–Part Two

Jessica, Tessie, and Amy live in a place where everybody wears a color-coded tasseled identification braid from their right sleeve, signaling what they do for a living. The system works well, except for the people wearing yellow identification braids. These people sell illegal braids to those with bad reputations, so they could appear as someone better and make a living. The people wearing yellow braids are the one problem in this otherwise perfectly organized system.

Read part one of this story here!

Amy, Jessica, and Tessie had been friends for a long time. Since they were seven. They met at a playground, where Jessica was squatting over an ant pile, crumbling bits of Giraffe Bread onto the ground and watching the ants haul it away. Amy and Tessie were also playing, and ran over to see what Jessica was doing. Then they were all feeding the ants, and their parents started talking to each other because that’s what you do when your kids play together.

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