Robert Sharpe

“A book, cover open, the first page is magic, light filtering through a forest of leaves, each gray stroke subtle perfection blended beautifully, something moves, stirring in my depths, water flows from the second page, pouring out around me until I’m swimming, tossed back and forth from rock to rock, along the monotone rivers bumpy edges, page three is stark white, its emptiness echoes inside me, reverberations making their way up to silence what’s bouncing around in my head, fingers follow fingers, turning and turning and turning, till I near the end of the line, at last admitting the journey is over, yet another path is open, hidden in plain sight, pages releasing their hold on one another to reveal the treasure, and lead me to what I had no idea I was seeking, bodies folded into one under silken skin lips and hands, and my heartbeat hammering in my chest, fire burning in my cheeks, along with something more, something new, terrifying and strong, with one final turn a name burns itself into my brain, letters forever engraved, who would have thought, someone already knows what bounces round my head, in sudden hast, the flock returns to its pasture, grazing on gossip and sugary smothered breakfast, as I quietly fade into the background, a wolf desperate to be a sheep, my discovery hides out of sight, waiting to serve as a catalyst, there’s more than one of us here.”
― Alexander C. Eberhart, There Goes Sunday School

“He had only seen and heard the world as it always was: no boundaries, only transitions through all distances and time.”
― Leslie Marmon Silko, Ceremony

“There was no roadmap for this shit. I had no idea how to follow the rules of a first date because they never made rules for boys like me. Boys like me just had to wing it.”
― James Acker, The Long Run

“I wish there was a movie of my life. Something I could turn on when I wanted to know what was coming. Even if it meant I'd know the ending, at least I'd know what to do next. But there aren't movies for boys like me. Growing up I could never find myself in the Hollywood endings or music montages. I wasn't giving speeches at prom, or racing to the airport. I grew up watching movies for other boys, learning from the wrong playbook. Stealing notes from someone else's paper. Maybe that's my problem.”
― James Acker, The Long Run