Goodbye, you farts

April 2, 2014 0

I am afraid of waking up on April 9. On that date, four years will have come to a close, and I’m scared of losing…

The history of a ball

March 26, 2014 0

“Give the ball back, fucker.” He brandishes his knuckles. He spits on the ground. He is six. “Heard what I said?” I shuffle my feet…

Wax on a cake

March 20, 2014 0

I cried on my sweet sixteen. While my parents sang “Happy Birthday” in thick, heavy accents, and lit candles were dancing to the tune of…

How to be a doctor

March 13, 2014 0

“Be a doctor, Kacper.” I’m six and he’s 63 and with hands carved by dirt and eyes worn and tired, he outlines a world of…