This post is going to start with a religious anecdote, but I promise that it won't stay there long. Stay buckled up for me, if you can muster the gumption. I'm fascinated by gods, deities, and higher powers in mythology. I love legends of reality weaving beings far beyond mortal scope and understanding, and one … Continue reading Blood on the Altar
Empathy may just be the thing that defines us as an organized society and as a creative, innovated race. The ability to not just feel similarly to someone else but further yet, entertain the idea of someone else's personal existence as theoretically our own is simply an incredible leap of consciousness. It's something that I … Continue reading Empathizing with Illusion
After Momma got sick, Daddy didn’t act the same. He’d go off into their room and not come out for days. I was just thirteen at that time, but Daddy said I was big and needed to take care of things. I liked feelin’ responsible. Back then, it was just me, Sarah-Beth, and baby Junie, … Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY: "Daddy's Girl"
I have a lot of words that are swirling around in my big, dumb head, but I've come to the recent realization that I think I'm ready to at least entertain the idea of a committed relationship. Obviously, putting a label on something as quickly as I can isn't really the priority right now. I … Continue reading The Saddle
The looming shadow of the great and powerful Ico-Ico has passed us, and we now stand in his full glory. His presence was heralded and ushered in with cheers of "Happy New Year!" We toasted to his emergence. We justifiably spat in the face of the yesteryear. We drank deep from our cups, and in … Continue reading Ico-Ico: The Patron Saint of Hindsight
I write a dangerous amount of haiku. The harsh restrictions of the form really wind up being their greatest strength. That being said, I'd like to share some of my favorites from this year and see what you all think. So much has happened this year, and I can't think of a better way to … Continue reading Haiku Retrospective
I have quite the hodgepodge of tattoos: violin f-holes on each forearm, a fox sleeping in grapes on my calf, a half finished raven coverup on my right bicep, a baby blue elephant on the inside of my right bicep, a snake in a lotus on my back, and a dragon spilling a purse full … Continue reading Ticket to the Gaslight Circus (Part 2)