Twelve, Thirteen by Ella Rossman

January 3rd, 2016 was the last day of Christmas break, so I thought it in rather poor taste that anyone would make a joke about Aidan Fowler dying. The text I had received from my good friend Kelly was a screenshot of Facebook messages saying “RIP Aidan” with no other context. What a terrible thingContinue reading “Twelve, Thirteen by Ella Rossman”

7:30pm by Aiden Brown

I wasted a lot of my time wishing for someone to spend my favorite time with. Pink painted skies, made for lazy kissing as the sun fades, promoted the soul myth. Two souls: without one mind interwoven. There was nothing but gritty bodies, bare. The reality of gentle lovin’ cascaded into my lungs and weptContinue reading “7:30pm by Aiden Brown”