Jodi BarnesIt’s 2:47 a.m. I have this overwhelming urge to write my hate list: things I tell myself shouldn’t bother me, but they do. The dog (above) is not my dog, but I’d like to pretend she is transcribing my thoughts and will curl up beside me on the bed, soon. a few of my least […]
Help us end this tired fiction. Invoke an arc to leap the page. The boorish villain all fume and rant cannot be saved. Salve our radiant burns. Spare us petulant rage. Graft hope into our pores dying to breathe again. Free our plot past states of hate and fears he will grab everything left and […]
A cockroach chows down on a shard of Mar’s bar stuck to a wrapper. My toes a few feet from the object of my phobia. My brain struggles to access the file on exposure therapy, to transform a feared object into a subject worth studying. This dreaded one is animated. And like me it’s striving […]
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