Head injuries. Almost Heaven. West Virginia.
We were told to pick any instrument on a long table.
No guitar in sight, so I ran happily to a golden trumpet.
Mary Had A Little Lamb was the first tune we learned to
play.
Mural For Ourselves In The South Bronx Of Admerica
By Danny Aponte, 6th Grader at Public School 161
All Human Rights Reserved 2018 to Infinity
On Word 98, I wondered how to begin on stories being left
behind in the last century.
Once Upon A Time never goes out of style in a small library
of near infinite dimensions where the boy I was discovered A Winkle In Time. He
wanted to time travel anywhere.
Locked up in a small apartment in The South Bronx, he peeled
back layers of carpet to a time when people used newspapers to line wooden
floors. The dates on the papers were 1938. He kept peeling papers until it
seemed he had fallen through a hole in night skies filled with the sound of
Swing Music. It was, to say the least, just another ho hum day in the
extraordinary adventures of an imaginative little boy.
1998 HAPPY NEW YEAR quickly soured. “We don’t publish
stories about minorities,” baked and snarled a woman over the phone in a brand
name publishing house in NYC.
I imagined my American Dream outsourced to England where a
woman with a baby asked me what I was working on. She sat a little closer to me
on a bench in front of The Thames River when I told her my story is about a boy
who is a wizard taken to a school for wizards. I passed out from a rock she
used to bash me head bloody.
Well, I have go. I have to get a copyright
Oh. There it is.
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