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missyrogers

Lifelong Michigander, early 40s, craft addict, chihuahua collector, coffee drinker, recovering human being, bipolar I, electronic music lover, bullshit caller, 5' tall, my blood is organic, and I refuse to be anything else. I will write until I die.
missyrogers has written 84 posts for missyrogers

The Etsy Crisis

  Watching white women unfurl with fury over falling Etsy sales this year has kept me fully entertained although I’m being burned in the fire simultaneously. “Has anyone sold anything today?  OMG.  It’s so dead.  I hate ETSY.   It used to be so good.  They ruined it.  I’m ruined.  I don’t know what to do!” … Continue reading

Halfway Shook

  We love the moon because it breaks through black, lifts us to look at sky, briefly beckons to stars before pulling us back like hand to hot stove– warning us to move on.   Missy R. Rogers 10.08.19  

The Frozen Time

  She walks in line with the devil each booted step heavier than the next.   Snippets of truth come to me and spread over my existence like the sun warms the Earth on frozen days. I am supposed to be doing something and yet the something is not defined. The complexity of knowing too … Continue reading

Spoken Word for Dummies

In the age of video, we do video. Encouraged after a lakeside writing retreat at Gun Lake, I made a thing and you can watch it on You Tube.  Wander over here and jack up the noise: https://youtu.be/-fluyEQ6fkY

My Mind, At Half Mast

  I often don’t try to guess the contents of other people’s minds but observing a neighbor’s gigantic farm house addition recently stuck stubbornly to my grey matter. In front of their sprawling modern home on top of naked corn field was a tall flag pole with a Trump 2020 election flag flying high above … Continue reading

The Recluse

I sat outside in anger counting fire flies while the wind wept mosquitoes kindly from my consideration.  My mind was louder than sky and I could feel my merry go round of thoughts pull darkly until it seemed I was sitting outside myself.  The sun, long set, left traces of its goodbye in backlit whispy … Continue reading

The Rising Chorus

  This is not an age of quiet.  Even when the cell phone is silenced from incessant bugging beeps of digital desperation, a television program plays out our distraction on top of the convenience of appliances doing their diligence.  The ever faster train of traffic going nowhere drips the day in their procession down cracked … Continue reading

Can You Hear Me Now?

  I’ve suffered a string of dreams by night now for weeks that seem to have a common theme.  I’m arguing furiously.  I’m shouting to the point where shouting has never been louder.  I’m in the process of accomplishing something and someone stands in my way.  No matter how I phrase myself, they still don’t … Continue reading

The Sunburn of Spring

  The anticipation of that first season of the year is strong in the north.  Sick of snow and the death of trees murdered by wind storm, we start by peeling off layers of thick clothes, heavy boots, and book our summer campsites.  There is no retirement party for winter although our ice carving festivals, … Continue reading

Wild Horses, Wild Life

  Wild Horses   Movies portrayed Black Beauty running through meadows without crushing flower, and it seemed everyone wanted one. I had a few original My Little Pony toys, ridiculous multi-colored manes, girl color bodies, and cartoon faces. Our fingers galloped them on carpet mimicking screeching neighs before dumping them for Barbie, a Care Bear, … Continue reading

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