Jan 29
Don’t Eat That Sandwich —for all the Marlas I am Jill’s complete lack of estrogen. I am Jill’s willingness to laugh at the innate nature of men to talk over women while I exceedingly interrupt them, watching as they stutter over their words, growing louder and louder -because volume equals visibility. I am Jill’s memories …
Jan 23
Carnage Upon Innocence -Or- America, You Make Me Cry As we collectively sigh, quoting George Orwell on social media on a Thursday afternoon in North America seems to be the equivalent of a well-tossed fart from the cupped hand of a sibling, vying for attention before the real fight starts. Good for a couple laughs, …
May 30
Dystopian Selfie I will climb the highest tree, look down to the ground below and laugh at the dizzying heights. Marilyn Monroe’s blustering air shaft dressskirts ain’t got nothin on my yoga pants and coffee-stained T-shirt that reads Writers Against Trump, showing him being crushed by an overwhelming weight of books, crushing him from his …
Apr 10
Defying the Times The red leaf blooms dangling from delicate tree fingers, they incite hope in a gray afternoon where nothing but static hangs in the unbalanced nature of this paled-out world. The softened blossoms glimmer, they glean, they pull the badness from everything and make a teary eye shine with not a cloud of …
Mar 02
Bitter Bites So what the fuck do we do now? Where do we grasp for power when it feels that there is none? No leverage with madmen clasping at their dreams of supremacy and unvalidated intellect, unjustifiable harshness in an already ugly world. We dangle the carrot of hope half-assedly these past few years as …
