Monthly Archives: April 2019

Generations ago she said yes to him. I hope she’d say no, but she said yes to him. Their love seemed so pure when she said yes to him that I had to demure since she said yes to him. … Continue reading →

I got twenty four hours before the sedation. (I don’t want it. I don’t want it.) There’s no one to contact. All of my relations called to commit. Called to commit. I wanna get away. Gotta get away. I need … Continue reading →

I’ve learned of your knowledge and wisdom, which your corrections so frequently show They present some form of your interest, by sharing all that you know. But it’s obviously only a semblance of caring, because of all of the ways … Continue reading →

The end bell rings, and school is dismissed but to rush home quick is a thing I’d resist. The walk back is quiet, which makes all the sense as my only companion is silence. For me, Three o’clock came quickly … Continue reading →

It is said that fifty years after her death her daughter dis-entombed Joan and found her in good shape. The church says that means you’re touched by god. It also means you’re touched by your daughter since Elizabeth said her … Continue reading →

I remember her well, from when I was young. I loved her so strongly, from toes up to tongue and then up to hair, and back down to her lungs. There wasn’t a part unadored or unsung. This girl was … Continue reading →

Huh. Andrew Gold wrote the theme to the Golden Girls. But he wasn’t a girl so I don’t know how that worked out. Maybe he bribed someone with gold? Michael Jackson called himself the King of Pop and he married … Continue reading →

Four one one’s a joke in my town. It offer’s me no ways to run around. Teaches me not to swim, fly, or race on ground. If it’s good, I’ll be tied, and bound. Four one one is a miserable … Continue reading →

An attempt at an answer to “Please use no more than 150 words to explain what makes you special” in a job application.” I showed it to my mother. She didn’t get it. For the last twelve weeks, off of … Continue reading →

Being common concerns me. It’s not what I prefer and if the other option is to be thought a cur I think that is my preference. At least I’d be unique. So if there’s something bad to say, perhaps I’ll … Continue reading →