Warriors Wanted

I stand on the pitch, looking downfield. Fifteen grizzled men look back at me, squinting into the sun and slapping their chests rhythmically. Their captain calls to them. They respond with a war cry, thrusting their fists skyward. We charge in response. The sound of our feet is like the rumble of a thousand cavalrymen.Continue reading “Warriors Wanted”

4:41 p.m.

“Ok, love you Sposito.” That’s how he’d leave my office everyday. Some days he was there because he’d been in a fight. Some days he was there because a teacher had sent him out of their room. Most days he was there to sit in the quiet of my dark office and just…be. I’d typeContinue reading “4:41 p.m.”