No one took me seriously when I was living in Hyde Park, as a single mom on welfare. No one gave me a second glance, police, court...in fact, I had to prove my abuse to get a man who was gone for months,

Simple enough, back breaking work, an old broken Chevy Pick Up, my gnawing wife, and a lake. It was simple, so slippy easy. Eels, I fish, eels are tricky to hold, but easy to fish. You know why? There

Small Lament, she picked her skirts from the pond, sick with blushing pink algae. 'The water isn't good,' she thought, as she grabbed her bucket and stumbled, barefoot, down the heathered hill. "You

I don't know me...no one ever asked who really knows me either. Am I so drenched in compliments that I fuss at the lack of myself in goofy pictures? Self wanting self, so plainly vain, desperately plain.

I don'know me...no one ever asked who really knows me either. * Am I so drenched in compliments that I fuss at the lack Is it just the mystery of understanding that there is no mystery Aren't we the same...

Her face went out of focus as her eyes fell on me. Though she wore a veil, it wasn’t the reason for the wrinkle in space. I couldn’t blame the hanging dust either. The truth was I didn’t know what to think.

New York City, the buildings dwarfing me, the crowds eating me, and spitting me out in an awkward bird like check...my position. Just don't fucking trip. It was my first experience with this hydra of a

The horror of the modern printer...the scourge of the price of ink?! What sorcery is this, Oh, fucked up printer, that makes you the biggest asshole on the planet? Why do you blink your thoughts, and make

My mother's hair would turn white if she read this...I'd probably kill my father, poor man. I swear, I was raised right, but I never felt quite right. I went through puberty, hell, I even lost my virginity

My father, a Vietnam Veteran. He hated war, he understood that it was hell. He did not try to up his manhood with extra guns, he understood their power. When he died, he had one pistol, and his father's

I know, I'll get a laugh. How can a woman, a human women become attracted to a cephalopod..it's a funny story. I worked as a neurobiologist for several years at Johns Hopkins. I was asked to do a study

Source Dreams veiled in a mist, Heart robbed of joy, Filled with the reflections of suicide, A better life, a story yet to be written. Never to unriddle the dept of time lost, Yes, all washed away by the

I worry...not grey newspaper worries, green worries of sickness. Blue worries of fear. White worries of nothingness...death is a white void, parts of a whole of nothing. My greatest fear is to see only

ok, I have tried to be tolerant...I have tried to ask for some sort of dialogue. I am fucking done! No one wants your hate around here, and you Fucks don't even understand that you have benefited from

She has no name, only form, a snake slithering from a basket...she was born with no legs, and scales like a serpent. A muscular appendage, a mermaid. She was sold out of India, on her second birthday.

We bought a house. An old Colonial, it wasn't my choice, but the kitchen and bathrooms were renovated. Who can say no to granite counters and stainless steel appliances. The home even had a plaque, built

I am going to give Steem another go, I experienced such amazing support since my last post...YES! Let's all support! Steemit, as I understand it, is safe place to spill your talent upon others that understand

I joined around 2 months ago, and I guess I lost 'steem'...I was excited about this new platform, writers of all kinds sharing, reading, critiquing. Things changed rapidly. Now, I see bikini pics and food

Every octopus has eight arms. Year: 1066,: Northumberland, England 'Black bells ringing, Stay clear...' 'For Satan is near.' 'It is a crime, it is a crime against God, that he plague us with this sickness!

Big ears make for big waste. A big waste of the human form, a skin balloon with a heartbeat. He flicked through the perfects on his laptops. Perfect ears, small crescents against the heads of these giants.