The Things We Blame
It was the cold the freezing cold my ears were shut I have to tell you something Then it was the sun the freaking sun I couldn’t see I have to show you something...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
It was the cold the freezing cold my ears were shut I have to tell you something Then it was the sun the freaking sun I couldn’t see I have to show you something...
There’s that old feeling again! Never, ever will chronicled pain be trumped by held hands so keep wishing slammed doors, rings flung back in the faces of the time when tears matched the semi-precious...
I did what my mother and her mother done before me… sit down… shut up! Just listen; stay in your place… your worth is no more than your race. Tears fell from fear, deceived…...
That night the branch is scraping my window more than ever. Sleeping pill packets litter my bedside table. At one point the silhouette of the landlord is projected on the curtain clambering around outside...
My mother always used to tell me that before I was born she could feel me with her, like a glow around her. She said she felt looked over, protected. Now all I can...
Let’s cook without recipes selecting the parts and allowing them to meld to melt into one another and become this thing that we could not imagine when we first started You are as butter...
In the morning, when the ban on visitors has been lifted, Tricia brings a vase of gladiolus to her mother’s room, because she has a memory, however indistinct, of her mother loving gladiolus. They’re...
PLEASE LEAVE ME THE WAY YOU FIND ME is printed on a notice stuck to the back of the mediator’s toilet door. Under this someone has scrawled, “Wow! A talking toilet.” In this toilet...
I often confuse words Pray – prey Accept – except Love – need You can teach me the difference I will not learn I prey, except me for my mistakes And remember that whatever...