Synecdoche
Bio
I’m an artist... retired professional singer and stage actor, a writer, a bead artist, a sculptor, collage-er, I make accessories, am an activist and organizer, amateur chef (key word here is, “amateur,”) and Auntie extraordinaire.
Stories (33/0)
A girl at almost 13
She’s so used to hiding from hurt and hoping for love and insanely repeating the putting on of glasses the color of a rose She rose in the morning the day of the show, alight to perform what she’s learned, for an audience, in her outer space costume of yellow spandex leotard and thin black tights
By Synecdoche3 years ago in Poets
Do I look like I belong here?
One Saturday night, after a day of thrift-shopping and museum-hopping, my lipstick butch, drop-dead gorgeous then-girlfriend and I were headed home, tired, but still wired. We were going to take our time getting home by way of dinner, then a little dancing, pool, and cognac at our favorite bar in West Hollywood.
By Synecdoche3 years ago in Humans
Simone had OCD
Simone couldn’t help reliving the tense days leading up to her radical relocation from the middle of Hollywood, CA, to the New Mexico desert. She had even purchased military grade gaiters to protect her lower legs from the imagined hordes of vipers that awaited her.
By Synecdoche3 years ago in Fiction
Boulder Rolling
A writer sat down at his computer desk, coffee pot in hand, to begin again at the job of his latest story assignment. He had been awake all through the previous night, pounding madly at his keys, until his knuckles were sore, only to reach what he thought was the end. Upon rereading, however, he realized there was some inconsistency in plot, or flaw in character, that he just could not live with.
By Synecdoche3 years ago in Fiction
A particular California statute
I’ve been in a very intense place for a very long time now. If you’ve been reading me you might have noticed. Last year in January, in my adopted home state of California, the Governor lifted the statute of limitations for adults who were institutionally abused as children, to seek legal and civil action.
By Synecdoche3 years ago in Humans
Grieve your griefs as they come
a lesson I’m learning, better late than never. Grieve it as you notice it happening. Fling your heart open, feel every tiny bit of fucking pain as soon and as deeply as you possibly can. Trust me. I’m in all of the griefs I never had time for, or energy, or even just a theoretical flashlight to see my way through that which goes bump in that endless journey of night.
By Synecdoche3 years ago in Motivation