I was thirty, freshman making up time my first semester in college and I took a film class what seemed like easy credits Rarely had I worked so hard in a classroom Week one we watched ‘The Graduate’ penultimate coming-of-age tale few of my classmates…

Dark, empty, cold; a place for seclusion. Now a single flower, bold, arises in anticipation of new growth to behold  

I slip through the sterile halls floors shiny with the flimsy motion sensor lights left on at night stuff my fists into the pockets of scrubs to hide the shaking to have them held, not holding, for once   these hands that peel at the…