She daily grasps to control the uncontrolled. Cleaning from the anger. Organizing out of frustration. As she scrubs and puts away, the sweetest and most accommodating is fighting for her life. So her meaningless tasks must become meaningful. Or else the truth of her day-to-day is only glorified busywork. And the truth is demoralizing. Why… Continue reading Domesticity Masks the Demon
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Happiness is for Babies
My six-year-old son tugs expectantly on the back of my shirt. It is usually quite hectic around 11:30am in my kitchen, making lunch for 9 people. I shift the baby to my other hip and peel the two-year-old off of my leg so that I can kneel down to speak with him in the middle… Continue reading Happiness is for Babies
When the Time Comes
I saw it in my dream or future. When I will put my gods to sleep. Now's not the time. It's too soon. Or way too late. Now They numb, gnawing my nerves stinging like pleasures. They stroke, scraping their nails, across my surfaces. They kiss, biting icy dry lips underneath my glosses. I feel… Continue reading When the Time Comes
Modern Plague
In the darkness, it was felt from a distance. Swarming towards the little boarded-up house. Mother and father, protecting the children. Stocked the supplies, Rationed during the unknown night. Rest was far from watchful eyes because the terrors were not imaginary. Sickness, suffocation, infestation, and sores. They huddled scared, alone, together. Locked down, apart. They… Continue reading Modern Plague
Mourning the Loss of a God
When once she might speak, but ever sits silent. He waits for her voice to comfort, but when will he learn that he has waited in vain. Imagined her lips. Again and again, moving around the words that he longed to hear. Did she breathe. It is the eternal second right before she says that… Continue reading Mourning the Loss of a God