Their figures are slight but their blows, when they land, are brutal. They are blinded by violence, but they are patient, methodical. Each awaits their turn to strike me, each one eager to be the one to bring me down. Another whack. My nose shatters. It hangs crookedly from my battered face. They cheer, but … More Spoiled Victors
A writer is a cactus that can exist in harsh and isolated climates. Even the briefest shower of praise can sustain and transform her. Sometimes she can be a prickly pain in the ass.
Hope is the thing with leather — Feathers. Huh? Hope is the thing with feathers. You have your kinky thing; I have mine. Don’t judge.
We Were Ogres Once, And Young By Casey Kimberly We called ourselves The Ogres. It started a couple of years ago in grade 6 when Fad Renkin said to Smudge, “Dude, are you sure you’re not part ogre?” He wasn’t being mean, really. Fad was an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid enough to … More We Were Ogres Once, And Young
I see friends – beloved people who I know because of you – They remind me of you. So I plucked out my eyes. I smell defeat – the defeat of my enemies during pub trivia – It reminds me of you. So I corked my nostrils. I hear music – old favorite songs and … More 5 Easy Ways to Deal with Heartbreak
Inkle the Jackalope was lonely. It’s not that he didn’t get attention. He did. But he felt he had no real friends. His antlers made folks act weird. No one was cruel (well, there was that one time in school when a kid called him Horny McHornHead, but the Anti-Bullying Command Force swiftly pummeled that … More Inkle the Jackalope
It was my husband’s turn to choose. He picked me up at my office at noon and off we drove. I didn’t ask where we were going. He wouldn’t have told me anyway. We moved to the area a few months ago for his career and I found a job within two miles of his … More Lunch at the Shady Oasis Motel