Tag Archives: pride
dreamland
this is not what dreams are made of. dreams are not glamourous. they are simple. red brick houses bread cooling on the counter sunshine soft clothes made of cotton dirty bare feet jumping into the lake. keep your glitter sequins … Continue reading
Filed under fact, first person, prose, singular
liar.
liar. you don’t write? Bullshit. Turn these pages. Now. Can you see them? Can you read them? All yours. It was a blank page and a cylinder of ink, but no longer. A flick of the wrist and voila!
Filed under fact, instructions, singular
you did this
you did this. you wrote this. it’s you. with your cannbis buyers pen, wearing gym shorts and needing a shower. there are clothes on the floor, bags, books, shoes, paper. not you. you are above, alive and real. you are … Continue reading
Filed under fact, prose, second person
journey
she cries and cries and cries til the tears run down til the face turns red til the head pounds and the breathing stops sobbing without sound she’s not hurt, not bleeding or wounded. she doesn’t understand. she wants to … Continue reading
Filed under fact, singular, third person
Her
Stop it right now. She’s not prudish. She’s not frigid. She’s not wrong. Stop telling Her She’s wrong. Why are you trying to change Her mind? It’s Her body, Her vagina, Her choice. Who are you to judge this brazen, … Continue reading
Filed under singular, third person
