Suspended in an idyllic multiverse, this
group of young adults met regularly at the
dark hours of early, winter mornings and in
the afternoon, June air. The kind of air, we’ve
realized, carries a heavy weight.
If only I could capture the words, the images,
the generative purity of all those hours—yes
hours—spent putting pen to paper. The print-
ed pages before you present the collected
thoughts and sculpted words of 16 precocious
teenagers. These are ruminations of the texts
they’ve encountered, owned, and tinkered
into the pieces to follow.
Jodi Berry