Have You Heard of Personal Space?
Polly the cat sits in a spaghetti strainer. I don't know what it is, but lately I feel like a...
Personal Essay
The Coffeehouse Crapshoot
It was an autumnal Sunday full of color, her favorite being the peachy orange as it stood out as the...
A Tussle with a Tassel
I had a dream in the opening creaks of dawn today that I was getting ready to graduate from high...
Wow. That’s exciting.
If you read my previous post What the Hell Are You Thinking? you will know that I was trying to...
What the hell are you thinking!?
I need to get rid of an old TV. While scouring the internet to try and find a place to...
Willy Wanker and the Keto Bread Factory
As Wilford Brimley would say, I have DIE A BEE TUSS. And when you have DIE A BEE TUSS, you...
A Cemetery Scrawl, Like Litter in the Wind
Zombie in sweatpants jogging in the ghettoarms stuck out lean and meancold soles slapping the greasy streetand my little girl...
