Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I. Breaking: Lanky Boys Throw Hands in Parking Lot Scuffle. Clichéd “fight!” chant chorused by hackneyed prepubescent boys eager for bloodied bread. Adults, bemused by scrawny- armed haymakers, sip nips in curbside seats. Lightweight belt withheld at bell; an even-match of puny sob stories determined. Tune in at ten for Read more
Parking lot lights illuminate sheets of wind and rain as they slam down from sky onto city. I didn’t leave my car in time and now I must wait until the barrage of elements ends. Hail bounces off my roof a thousand icy kernels popping all at once. Though I’m Read more
any core desire or need one may have, we must trust is exactly that: core and with no need to adapt. this thing is inherent of us; why on earth would we set out to adjust something that is such. perfection is flawed. i am going to keep this idea—tattooed in Read more
There is help on the way for those who step on weathered beliefs in instigating shades of abusive rhetoric for the vulnerable and gracious minded souls who seek comfort and answers instead of a whirlpool of subtle gaslit phrases to keep all guessing their worth in their pool of doubt Read more
I’m sorry I left you there waiting in suspended animation your crystal cradles safely ensconced (or so I pray) in stainless steel under blankets of liquid nitrogen 2 XY + 3 double-X I tallied your perfect chromosomes 46 times just to be sure We lost so many others before Day Read more
death will dance with anyone anytime at any fuckin’ place it doesn’t discriminate or differentiate, it is not racist sexist or homophobe I have kissed it death is not a woman, I know it reeks of fetid sorrows gloomed motel rooms seeking sad numb unsuspecting souls it comforts human hearts Read more
tell her she’s a witch, she’ll cast a spell say she’s a queen, she’ll rule the roost call her ugly, she’ll lie in bed praise her beauty, she’ll dare the sun whisper she’s stupid & she’ll flunk the test insult her limp & she’ll stand still call her temptress, she’ll Read more
Because there’s not enough time. Because there’s too much time, sometimes, pressing against our heads. Shakespeare said, “Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.” Each mortal wears a time crown. Sometimes we reject this crest. Squander it. Writers strive to be responsible with time. To freeze, revise, control it. Read more