The Slowness of Things

It’s the slowness of things that I believe in.  If you, and you alone, took a private jet to the Bermuda Triangle, it wouldn’t really matter to our earth, our ozone layer.  But if every rich person did, it suddenly would.  It’s the same with your economy-class ticket, your sirloin steak, your beloved can of …

My Muse is an Asshole

A story of a girl avoiding personal responsibility.

I’ve about had it with positivity.

I have a theory that the most judgmental people in this world are the ones that blab on and on about spreading happiness and positivity.  While there might actually be some genuine ones, I think most of those people are stuffed full of themselves.  I mean, positivity has a time and a place, but it’s …

This is about what the doctor said next

On the day I realized my life was a political statement, I was sitting in the dermatologist's office, a small, white-walled exam room covered in pamphlets featuring beautiful women with clear skin.  I'd sat on the same exam table a thousand times before; it's something I've been forced to do since acne colonized my face …

Ransacked and Lived in

She looked at the room with tired eyes – the kind that felt worn out, like maybe there were just lumps of coal in the sockets where her eyes were supposed to be – and she wondered.  She did it lazily, because the blood in her veins and arteries was thick like maple syrup, and …

anthropomorphism

I always wondered what it was like, before I was born.  I suppose I couldn’t see or feel anything.  But I can’t imagine a lack of vision and feeling.  When you’re human, all you do is see and feel.  Geometric figures dance when you shut your eyes in the dark, in colors both vibrant and …

Carpe Diem

I am haunted by words.  I used to think the dead were the only ones up for the task.  But the ghost that follows me is no restless soul.  It's just a two little words.  Just an idea. Back in the days of junior high, there was a giant, cloth poster that hung in the …