The young lovers fell in love and spent years wrapped in each others arms. The days blended together and time became rich parcels of memory. Pictures overflowed, each one a snapshot of emotion on their journeys through life. The tracks along which they traveled gradually began to lie across their brows, in furrows of yesterdays and mundane responsibilities. But the lines along their mouths told of happiness and joy. Theirs was a love unparalleled. But unbeknown to them there was a fallen tree in the road ahead and they drove unaware, staring out the window and glancing back at each other. They drove holding hands and enjoying the path they had chosen.
My Bellybutton by Jonah Eller-Isaacs
Y BELLYBUTTON is amazing. It is a mysterious gastrointestinal portal. It is beautiful, and shapely, and inward-looking, and it is powerful. My bellybutton is remarkable. It creates more lint than a dryer. I have no need for a lint catcher. Why would I need something I can create in my own time, with nothing but my body and the clothes on my back? ...READ MORE
