My name wasn’t always Mary. A Biblical name, the cross that we bear that is entwined with that female epithet, the feminine sanguinity that spills with every moon’s phase. It was gifted to me. I don’t know where it begins. It always was. I’m unsure of my real name. So many years have passed, and
“I wish I knew what that was. I mean, work is work, but I don’t feel fulfilled. What about you?” he asked. “What about me?” I replied. “What do you want to do with your life?” I jerked my head back like I had been electrocuted. “I don’t know.” He smiled at me. “Nah girl,
Finally. Lunch. I could unwind for 60 minutes away from the madness and try to get back to square one before I would have to go back for another three hours and do it all again. What am I doing with my life? Why did I accept this job? Oh that’s right, because I’ve got
“What a pretty balloon,” remarked the lady. I looked up. It was a plain latex balloon, purple, tied off with two strings, weighed down by yellow, heart-shaped weights. “Is it yours?” she asked. I shrugged. “I don’t know.” “Well, you should take it,” she said. “It suits you.” I shook my head. Wherever I was
I created their world seven days ago. Now, I will have to wait to hear from anyone. You don’t get honesty from a girl like me every day. Unlike some deities, I’m not selfish. Throughout my life, I have been taught to share what I have with others in our sick, sad world. The ultimate
Happy first anniversary to the podcast! 1. Closed In I chose this spaceI chose this timeI chose this movement I chose this shapeI prefer the solitude but do I deserve it? 2. Lost Youth he left meall alone to fend for myselfdo you know how that feelsin confusion, I kept my lips sealed and the
1. Interstate 280 Another breakfast alone, won’t wash the bed sheets, can’t lose the scent of your cologne. These words will dry on their own, all these things that I’ve done. 2. Blurred For Simba. Like back in the day, all these emotions make me numb. Time has lost all sense of propriety. Food tastes
1. Superlove I won’t let you in. I’ll fight you to the end.Too close, I can no longer be your friend. Love ends where hate begins. You are which of the seven holy sins. Hold you down, surrender to me. Meet you in the black hole of a distant galaxy. You make me strong, can
1. Fields of Elisium the battlefield in my head is littered with lovers I’ll never bed, let alone wedsee me ride the light of love to a place inside his heart falling below The Mists’ undertowsinging the Praises of an unknown Soldier broken apart by the promise of releasefight with me, beside me, inside me,
1. Page 337 Dad served two tours in the war a media circus of Ohio hippies and escapes from Saigon via helicopterlit by the fireworks on the Nightly Newsgilded the blood of the conscripts photographed by Leicabuilding roads as a Seabee cleaning the mud caked on his boots with gasoline the kids around the Airfield,
