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Shopping for Dreams
On the sixth day of my Covid infection, I started looking for a car. No connection that we had smashed our Hyundai into one of those brown leaping legends a few weeks before, its patches of fur threaded deep into the busted plastic remnants of what used to be the front bumper. The thrill I … Continue reading
Poetry Night at the Stray
4253 Division Ave S, Grand Rapids Start Poetry Month off with a night of readings by their original creators! I hope to see you there!
I’m Not Appropriate, You Are
Silence persisted as I read my radio news story to my community college classmates. The assignment was to write a story in the news format and then read it aloud as if you yourself were piping it across the airwaves to an audience on NPR. I’m going to remain firm that I took this … Continue reading
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
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
The Grand Gendering of Life’s Activites
The satisfaction I felt this morning installing a printer driver on my Linux run laptop flowed through me like a champagne waterfall at a Kardashian wedding. I had purchased a brand new laser printer just the day before with my own money and had carried the awkward beast to my car by myself, and then … Continue reading
Lies and Expectation
From the time we are born, people speculate on our future. “This baby genius is going to Harvard!” Often, the ambition is much grander than we are. All children are asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” A very open-ended question, especially considering the fact that some of us grow up … Continue reading
The Path of Time
On the days I don’t wear makeup and a guy smiles at me, I think, “Get it girl!” I can’t be bothered to do hairstyles or shave my last year legs. And yet, I am buying more makeup at 40 than a 20 yr. old stripper. I like the shiny things and the promises of … Continue reading
Broccoli Farts
It’s throwback Sunday with a poem from 1999, Broccoli Farts. With the holiday season upon us and the dark days of depression folding in like a blanket, I thought we could all use some light humor. So, without further ado, here is a poem about broccoli farts. Broccoli Farts 1.22.99 Oh, little green … Continue reading
Queen of the bad haircuts with coffee for blood.
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