Other Side of The Universe

Insomniac by Sylvia Plath–an illustration project–gouache on board–

The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole — A

The headlights of his car illuminated a small stand of trees as they pulled into the empty parking lot of the park. It was the

As each car in the distance started out as a single point of light, her heart would start to beat faster with the hope it

Piercing pain in the middle of her forehead ̶ she closed her eyes and pushed her face into her palm. A sound like damaged ear

The empty wine glass made a soft thunk as Alex placed it on the paper covered coffee table. Normally pushed off to the side against the wall,

When I was little, I became preoccupied with the notion that there were several places I could never be again. I could be in the

With a clatter, Alex entered the apartment sometime after midnight. Margot had been home for sometime ̶ her date with Jason had been pleasant, if

Margot woke up the next morning wearing a t-shirt inside out and backward with a sour stomach. First she remembered that she should probably stop

I just spent the day putting together an eBook of the story. I know that it’s available to read for free online, but this version