Reid@YWP

I write in pen

to get comfortable with my mistakes

to catch all my thoughts

scatterbrained

and fleeting

pens scratch the itch to write

better than any graphite

the use of ink before pencils 

She sat on the steps, enjoying the brisk autumn air. It was the day before Halloween and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. She knew she’d have to go in soon, but for now life was perfect.

“From The New York Times, I’m Michael Barbaro. This is ‘The Daily.’”

The streets were bright and alive, much larger than in previous months. The air, was filled with so much heat you could practically see it.