• ‘Denial.’ def.: She’s Dead and I Can’t Write About it

    I want to write about my poor obese grandmother lying on her back with her mouth slack and her hair damp in a shabby government issue hospital bed, illuminated by a single flickering fluorescent blue ceiling light that can’t make up its mind.

  • “Another Story I Can’t Tell Anymore”

    Everyone feels this, and everyone pretends they didn’t. For a split second, life stops. I see you, you see me; we take in each other: eyelashes, sunshine like crystal shattered in our eyes, frozen dust motes suspended in the air around us.

  • Like Blood From A Tap: Let 2015 Flow In

    (Our) Blood runs through cracks in the sidewalks and drips drips drips into the sewers below, mixing with the mulch that is later recycled for tap water. Do you know what you’re drinking?

  • I See Dead People Every Night

    I see feathery carcasses on the floor: mangled remains of monstrous black birds, their wings slashed and guts spilling onto the grey marble.

  • One Of Those Nights

    Sometimes there are those nights, you know, when the moon wears a watery halo and the sea seems to be sewn into the sky; grey and white waves sailing and ripping through the dark, lined in silver. Gliding and leaving no mark. *  These are the nights that make me feel lucky. You know, The

  • Don’t Forget To Check Your Pulse

    Sometimes I wake up hating. I hate how wide my hips are, how my legs will never be longer, how I’ll look ridiculous in a swimsuit, how my skin isn’t glossy clear, how I need to work for the things I want, how I can’t just shop my days away, how I have worries, how

  • What Sings Beneath The Earth (fiction)

    So I’ve decided to take the bull by the horns and dab away at a spot of fiction. I’m an impatient person so fiction doesn’t come easily to me. Short stories, let alone full blown novels have completely evaded me. Except now I’ve written something. Oh what an accomplishment. The piece is called What Sings

  • On Being Struck By Lightning, And Dying

    Wednesday, July 10th, 2013. Today, I died. At around 3 PM today, I was outside, dancing in the rain that I so passionately loved. It was a full blown thunderstorm, with dense grey clouds that seemed to have absorbed all the world’s grief. For me, however, the blue grey streaks that split the sky into

  • Hold My Hand, You’re All Alone. And Now, So Are We.

    How do I tell you what loneliness is? Loneliness is standing in the middle of a raging thunderstorm, and being caught up by the noise inside your head. It’s that time between day and night, when the day has begun to pick up it’s things and leave, and night is still a distant event. Loneliness

  • Sorry Yeats, I Died…

    Ahh, my eulogy… Here lies an unusual eighteen year old. She loved life, but she didn’t fear death, because Albus Dumbledore taught her that “to the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” In death, she wanted to leave something behind for future generations, so they could learn and not make the

  • People Aren’t Made For Slaughter. Cattle Are.

    Dear leader, I went out yesterday, to the inner city. My city, that from the outside flashes by like a green, glitzy, noisy blur that seems ideal. The  city that seems to have a viable beating heart in the center, connecting all who live, dream and toil here everyday. I ventured into this sacred heart

  • How To…React When A Friend’s Pet Dies

    Here is a list of Do’s and Don’ts that will tell you just how to react, when your loved one loses their pet turtle/kitten/stick of celery. Dont’s: Don’t bring them anything that will even slightly remind them of the deceased. For example, if the friend’s chihuahua was of a particularly furry kind, don’t go wearing a

  • Hi, I Just Died And This Is Is Crazy…But Here’s My Obit, So Read It Maybe

    Daily Prompt: Write Your Obituary *Moved from the front page to a teensy corner of the Daily Section… “After all to the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure”. This girl died holding on to her blue plastic folder full of papers and brown leather organizer. She lived her life sticking to

  • Death Comes In Shades Of Blue

    Right. I tried everything. Death really does come in blue and purple. Coco had babies around 9 days ago, and I already wrote about how two of them died so suddenly because she rejected them. This is about the third kitten, the one that was supposed to stay alive and strong and healthy. After the

  • Don’t Bury Me…Just Yet

    My cat, Coco recently gave birth to three beautiful orange and white kittens. It was just too good to be true, as I found out today. I checked on the kittens, only to find that two of them looked…well, dead. I panicked and picked them up. They were barely holding on at the moment, and

  • 38… Are You Still Alive?

    20 years down the road ahead, I hope you’re alive. If you are, I hope you don’t have many wrinkles..and can still pass for 32 (high hopes and dreams). I’m mainly going to tell you what I expect from you, and what I hope you’ve achieved during these 20 years.  First of all, are you

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