Jimmy BroccoliApr 18Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesIt Never Really Leaves You“…and nobody wants to hear about it anyway”, she says ____ She lifts her drink slowly to her mouth as the ice cubes angrily clink against...
Jimmy BroccoliApr 18Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesThe False Beauty of Being NumbThe False Beauty of Being Numb In this neighborhood, children play in the street without shoes – The sidewalks are buckled and cracked,...
Jimmy BroccoliApr 18Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesCloseHe bounces the ball in my direction – and I bounce it back to him ____ Our days and nights consist of jumping on backyard trampolines,...