My Mother Thinks I'm Going to Hell
My mother thinks I’m going to Hell. She didn’t say it in so many words, but what she said was perhaps worse. She was crying while we sat in her car in the driveway. “I’ve never been afraid of dying before because I’ve always known where I’m going. But now… now I’m afraid because… I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.”
Dear Donald, I am writing this letter to thank you. As a white woman raised in a Christian household where I never went without a meal and never worried whether or not I would have a place to sleep, there were many issues in this country I was unaware of.
A Tale of Two Dragons
Two lovely dragons sat perched in a tree Discussing the previous night. Each claimed to have had a superior venture While the other protested in spite.
The Old Man Just Wants to Go Home
They said I was sick and needed some help, So off to the hospital I went, And while I was there I met an old man Who had something wrong with his stent.
Have You Ever Seen a Pig Fly?
On a warm summer evening, on the back porch of a small yellow house, a little girl sat with her grandmother watching fireflies dance in the grass around their farm. Looking up at her grandmother the little girl asked,
The light through the hotel curtains was blinding, pulling her out of a dream and into a hangover. She draped her arm over her eyes, trying to block the sun’s evil rays. Head pounding, stomach rolling, mind foggy – this is why she never drank. Her skin also felt tight and itchy, like she had fallen in a mud puddle and it had dried and started to flake. Even worse, her mouth felt gross and dry – she needed water.
The earth was cold and damp against my face. I opened my eyes, giving them a moment to adjust to the low light. I was still in the same large room, the broken stained glass windows letting in just enough moonlight to see by. Foliage had grown around the walls, bringing insects, though most of them let me be. This building had once been so beautiful, but what may have been a sanctuary in the past was now my prison.
A Cat and Her Kid
A barn cat named Tabitha slept deeply near the loft window, her bed of hay warmed by the afternoon sun. She was not at all pleased when an unfamiliar and clamorous sound woke her from her nap.