Tomorrowby David M. HarryTomorrow by Beatgoliath
Matthew and August went to the beach on a sunny afternoon. He wore his favorite, blue beach shorts printed with a map of the West Indies and she wore her favorite, sunburst bikini. The weather was very warm, but the sand was cool on their feet as they walked along the shore. A little breeze caused the palm trees to sway in a syncopated rhythm. Seagulls glided on that breeze over the ocean as they searched for fish. In the distance, a sea lion roared like an angry trumpet. As Matthew and August walked in the sand, there were children running away from the cold ocean waves reaching for their little feet. An old man, whose face had many wrinkles and interesting stories, flew a simple kite he probably made himself.
The heavy sun burdened with the weight of warm day began to sink into the endlessness of the ocean’s deep. The light became thick, atmospheric, and heavy with warning that it was time to leave.
For My BrotherBy David M. HarryFor My Brother by Beatgoliath
I remember him waking me up by punching me
I remember we never agreed on anything—not even videogames
I remember he could never beat me in a race around our block
But most of all, I remember he and mom getting into the car on Saturdays
I remember he was the best student in math out of all of us
I remember he took such pride in helping me pass my tests
I remember the teacher said he was the model student
But most of all, I remember the day the ambulance came to our school
I remember reading him stories when he had trouble sleeping at night
I remember holding the tubes when he had to throw up
I remember how cold his skin felt when we shook hands before I had to leave
But most of all, I remember the long beep that wouldn’t stop
I remember everyone saying nice things about my brother
I remember the tears that limped down my face
I remember the casket where his body lay
But most of all, I remember the dirt that filled his grave.