the post calvin

Real Life Significance of Rain

I stood with a clump of counselors somewhere around midnight, watching the torrential downpour jarred by flashes of light.

I chalked it up to my self-control, which crumbles under the doldrums of summer—I could no longer resist the siren call of romance novels.

I knew that each page contained not only a tune, but also a message about who we were and who we ought to be—often pious and self-assured.

I couldn’t remember what it felt like to have something left at the end of the day.

What were they going to do, take me to urgent care to hear, “Mmm sorry, it’s broken but also…it’s a toe?”

But crochet and quilting are done first by women and then through math, so we don’t talk much about the latter.

by Parker Yeo | Jul 31, 2021 | 1 comment

At age ten, my peace was disturbed.

Rarely do endings directly incite their beholders to go back and relive what they loved.

by Jon Gorter | Jul 28, 2021 | 2 comments

It is a frequent casualty claimed by the trail.

I don’t want to believe that this is going to be adulthood forever, a thick haze of inertia.