When Ione was born, I breastfed, despite having an infection and post-partum preeclampsia, where I was in the hospital for two days on a Magnesium drip. My daughter was born via c-section, probably because

When the little girls saw visions of the Virgin Mary in Fatima and Lourdes, they fell into fits. Feverishly they spoke the Rosary, genuflecting for days without food or water, to The Mother of God. The

This is part 4 of my serialized short story. Read the earlier parts if you would like: part 1 part 2. part 3. December 1918 Years before Arthur became a father, before Bonnie came into his life and destroyed

Everyone I care about is pissed at me today. I took the T to Harvard Square, I was running to my own Elysian Field, my Valhalla. I was punk, I must have some brethren there. July, 1996. Skinheads head

I am no writer...I burn before I write. I open my chest, and my heart beats the words...drunk words ,grandiosity. We know it, we understand why Sylvia and Ernest off'd themselves. Sad drips of ink on paper.

This is part 3 of my serialized short story. Here is part1 and part 2. August 1927 “That is why I am here, with everything I have left.” Bonnie tapped her hard shelled suitcase with her foot. The padlock

This is the second part of my serialized short story. Pick up the first one here. August 1927 Arthur turned and saw that woman standing on the train station steps. A few moments ago, flames had burst from

When I was 6 years old, I would sit in my grandmother's rocking chair, looking at plaster smears on the walls. My parents bought an Old Victorian for a song, it was a bikers' den. There was shitty graffiti

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“Do you smoke?” the doctor asked, as he swivled his chair toward his laptop. “Not for four years, or so” she replied, smoothing out the crinkles of her papergown. “It’s good you quit,” he smiled, clicking

I just made a Steem chat account to speak to someone privately. And fuck me! Now I know why it's unpopular. I needed that man boob pic like I need beaver teeth to grow into my neck. Wow! Is there a way

I just made a Steem chat account to speak to someone privately. And fuck me! Now I know why it's unpopular. I needed that man boob pic like I need beaver teeth to grow into my neck. Wow! Is there a way

Hello folks! Today I'd like to introduce you my roommate and best friend. Her name is Mia and we've been friends for about 8 Years! As you can see she also take selfs better than me :P She is very lovely

![image]( Img credit: Nora Macphail - The long goodbye I had to say goodbye to a friend yesterday.  I didn't not want to let her go, but to hold on to our sad reality would do more harm than

I went to the Mall today. I loathe The Mall, it's a circle of hell yet established. (Had Dante known of The Mall while writing Inferno, I am sure he would've developed another level for the monoliths of

The avenue was full of corpses. At each pole, a hangman swayed in the breeze of the infernal afternoon. I called my dog and went for a walk, I could count 141 of them because the sweepers had cleared the

I am quite pissed in this picture. In fact, I am pretty pissed in all my pictures. I only take photographs when I am drunk enough and relaxed enough not to care. Or remember. Writers have a long and

It was late Summer. The trees bent lazily in the thick heat. Large black flies floated heavily around a sweating pitcher of lemonade. There was a half eaten ham sandwich and a balled up baseball jersey

Vishi worked in a butcherie in a gourmet Grocers in the city. She spent her days grinding and molding grass fed cattle into grass fed hamburger. Men in grid patterned collared shirts with soft feminine