Reggie declared that rich kids like opiates from their parents’ medicine cabinets and buy Adderall from the back pocket of another private school kid and snort coke off of smooth knuckles. Nobody gets arrested; they get sent to rehab. “Weed,” Reggie proclaimed, standing on the break room couch for his lecture’s finale, “Is whattells these…
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Moved
Delilah’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. It frustrated her. As a Surveyor at the Glass Park, she was meant to look firm. Slightly intimidating. Most of the time, the park was closed off to the public. Countless bottles laid out across the land. Daffodils stood inside; fragile, but incredibly important. On the first day of spring,…
Against Book Bans: Mirrors and Windows
Mirrors. Windows. Lonely. Alone. Cover the mirror. Your place is clear. Close a window. So much you won’t know. Mirrors. Windows. A child needs both. Rudine Sims Bishop, the mother of multicultural children’s literature was the first to explain that, in order to get a balanced view of the world every child needs mirrors and…
SAT Students and Boundaries
One of the perils of opening our magazine up to any submission is that you occasionally get a submission like this. The author requested we withhold their name to protect their identity and the identity of their SAT students. Enjoy! -Ed. SAT Students, Boundaries, Humours You have to know your students, and you have to…
Home and other Poems
Home wherever you lead,I hope your love leavesa map engraved upon myheart that I can trace witha touch and follow back tolinen sheets and tucked awayweekends that suckle awaySundays dry, until all we haveto drink is our bubbly laughterand fall asleep at dawn, oncewe’ve tired of sharing breadand conversation and tradingsecret glances, whisper touches,I ache…
Inheriting Dust
I was always told you were a hermit living out your days on a decrepit shanty boat. An old relic who shut his self away from the world. I reckon your hands were calloused with the repetition of mending crawdaddy traps, honing fish knives, and polishing a rusting gun barrel. Inheriting your old trunk, I…
Kayla Marie
I remember you thinking about what to do when we’re gone. There are so many options now, “Bury me gently in the cold dark earth” “Bury me in satin… Lay me down in a bed of roses… Send me away with the words of a love song… … oh oh” I could be a tree!…
A Circus of Turtles & Naked Energies (Like the Wind #5)
Start from the First “Delivery” From Delivery 3: She looked at the ducks and laughed. They are just like little lost people wandering around importantly and have no idea about anything other than their own little pond. Finally the days dragged by. On Saturday she waited at the door of the Samai Thai Restaurant and…
Streetlights
Weary from my travels, Iturned the corner into their laneComing home, back to themEverything a little different, but still just the same. The selfsame faces beaming round the tableA meal and some deliberationThe warmth washed around me in wavesEven in that dry summer, offering salvation. My eyes were as bright as the yellow lightsAnd I…
Tears (The Pearl Collector 3)
“Take care. Goodbye.”The airline was cancelled. I was thinking as if the typhoon knew what I was hoping for: to delay his departure, as late as possible. I hate seeing people off because I hate goodbye. But now I always insist on seeing people off, because I have missed it once, and I don’t want…