“There is nothing I can do to keep time from wedging more of itself between us.” — Will Kostakis Copy Share Image
“I can hear Isaac's smile. It softens his words, but they have a different meaning now. Between his mouth and my ears, they pass… — Will Kostakis Copy Share Image
“My pop used to stand in our kitchen, wearing his checkered flannel shirt and pajama bottoms with definite hip-hop swagger. He was too cool.… — Will Kostakis Copy Share Image
“the past never really goes away. It sinks into the walls and whispers at you when you pass.” — Will Kostakis Copy Share Image
“He was drunk—you both were. He was in the ninth grade, but he’d grown up. I knew whatever line there was before adulthood, he’d… — Will Kostakis Copy Share Image
