Has anyone noticed the bee party on campus? The swarming to our sushi boxed from Cox and Styrofoams full of concoctions from that new salad bar thing. Sitting on the fat chalked steps or leaning against the thicker quad trees, I...
Read MoreA few beautiful days, and we feel spoiled. We line the Starbucks window worktable, watching the rain or watching the sun, imagining we’re not the only ones who like to watch the change. Baristas are impatient behind us...
Read MoreI sat on a broken acorn under a quad tree Tuesday afternoon, early afternoon, between classes, moments apparent by the bustle of students settled in. I think we have routines by now. I think some of the ooh la la has worn off...
Read MoreSitting in Atlanta summer rain, I thought wet might end when school started, like a magical mop, soaking up the moisture that has kept our cotton heavy. Hoping that fall would come and leaves would turn and we would go to the...
Read MoreStarbucks has stayed still empty these past few short summer weeks. There was green-aproned barista buzz about regulars returning, familiar faces, and that we will complain just as much to be back as we did when everyone was...
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