Kate always said she wanted to fly.
I thought it was stupid.
She had everything here.
Kate always wanted to fly.
She tried once.
Tried again.
Didn’t succeed.
Gravity won.
Kate always wanted to fly.
She said she still did.
I was against it.
I didn’t like her in the sky,
away from me.
Kate always wanted to fly.
She texted me at midnight.
I didn’t ask why.
Kate’s seat was empty today.
They said she flew.
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Author: Renee Newlon
I am a Turkish American writer and photographer. I work in short-form prose, poetic fragments, and photography. I don’t photograph the event; I photograph the moment after the event. A few things that stay with me: Plato’s Cave, Oberg’s Culture Shock, and Beethoven’s Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours. My greatest teacher was my college philosophy professor, Sister Jane Sullivan, who taught me how to think and how to see.
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