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That Was a Long Time Ago
We were all disembodied captured behind glass eyes, red-rimmed and leaking fluids in our creased, cupped palms sliding through our fingers to the floor where they bathed in retribution. We were all glass-eyed, blinded, captured by our wrists, bound with the long and strangling cords of their self-loathing, we were hunched over ovens, burning flesh…
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After Life
Someday, it will be the end. It will be over and if you believe in Heaven, I will rip you from your mother’s warm embrace pull out the thick umbilicus and strangle you with the only thing you ever truly wanted watch you fight the blackness that creeps into your eyes, bursts of light, the…
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I Don’t Care About Kim Davis’s Sordid Past
It doesn’t make sense to cry foul because Davis is using her religion to condemn others, and then condemn her by the same standard. I get that she’s the last person in the world who should be talking about the sanctity of marriage, and she’s kind of an evil…
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Claws
There’s something out there trying to get in. I can feel it scratching, metal claws against the walls torn away at the quick and still the fingers keep on coming. There’s something out there trying to let go Spidersilk arms and legs and black graffiti hair tangled up around the pages of the burning calendar. …
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Lost Dogs
This feels empty as if the dogs have all gone home and left us to our own devices, on our own to deal with the monsters and the maniacs hiding in the shadows and even with the lights all on, the television blaring comedy and news into our deconstructed brains, there is a silence and…
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A Love Letter to Pat Robertson
The lights are on in your great glass house but there’s nothing there to see. Your eyes are glued to the man next door, face pressed against his window in a gruesome caricature, bulging against the panes, lashes wet with lust and your palms nailed tight to the cross you wear like a brace to…
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On Being Open-Minded, and the Freedom of Belief
Your right to believe in something does not negate others’ right to exist with the same rights and standard of living that you have.
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Scribble.
And in the middle of this, there are lines drawn in chewed-paper crayons and apple-red lipstick, in pencils with metal eraser bands sharpened and cruel, in the sand on the sidewalk outside a long-outgrown day care’s fenced playground with a stick, dragged behind carelessly In the cracks of the mirrors, the anger-creased palms, the wrinkles…
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The Sesame Street Theory of Gay Marriage Resistance, or, How the Ernie Shirt Fucks You Up
When I was very small, I loved Sesame Street. I especially loved Ernie, and I had a special Ernie shirt that I had to wear every time it came on. I would run to my room, grab the shirt, put it on and run back and park myself in front of the TV, anxiously awaiting…
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Gay Marriage Ruined My Life: A Right Wing Fairy Tale
I don’t know where to begin with this. One year, six months, and five days ago, I got straight married. This morning, that marriage is over, the sanctity of it ripped apart by the selfish ruling of the Supreme Court of the United States of America. The Court has ruled that states no longer have…
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April Fox 