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Suppose my head exploded What would you see Hidden amidst the smithereens of pink, pulpy flesh A frozen frame of the last dream My last coherent thought at the edge of a smoking gun Broken lobes, blood and fat Is… Continue Reading →
I’m struggling to understand the shock expressed at the magnitude of the #metoo affirmations. This revelation was made to me when I was fifteen, at a slumber party with eight or nine other girls. When we were exhausted from indulging… Continue Reading →
I’ve been freelance writing for a bunch of publications and one of them asked me for a good picture of myself. Digging through my phone and other albums, the sad realization dawned- In the past five years I haven’t managed… Continue Reading →
The red neon light flickered boldly with the sign “Indian Dance Bar”. With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity I stepped in and was greeted by pitch black walls that seemed to create an odd cavernous atmosphere, a massive television… Continue Reading →
I hide behind these moss-eaten walls. My fort protects me, hemming me in tightly with nothing but the sound of waves crashing stubbornly against gigantic boulders. Although I miss the welcoming warmth of the sun in the air and on… Continue Reading →
Memes. Isn’t it a wonderful world we live in , with constant innovation and evolution in practically every sphere including humor. I remember a time when I’d pick up little joke books or skim through Readers’ Digests for funny anecdotes…. Continue Reading →
I want. Teflon for my self- esteem, to keep it untarnished from all the grease that gets thrown its way. Superglue to keep my heart together even as it trembles and waits to fall apart. Steel wool to accompany my… Continue Reading →
I’ve always been a terrible decision-make. And by that I don’t mean that I make bad decisions but rather it is the process by which I reach pivotal action points that’s sort of disturbing. Behind my indecisiveness is an ingrained… Continue Reading →
I make a mean stew. In my head, that is. I can take a nagging thought, dump it in a cauldron, season it with self-doubt and anger, and simmer it for days and nights. The ladle keeps turning to keep… Continue Reading →
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