Certain dogs can look like mini llamas when shaved short. Some dogs don’t, just certain ones. That doesn’t mean they are mini llamas. They just look like mini llamas. I tend to look like a stereotypical lesbian when my hair is pixie short. Some women…
Category: Miscellaneous
Green Eggs, Ham and Mice with Cookies and Milk
My name isn’t Sam. I won’t pester you to eat Foods that have somehow managed to survive years beyond their shelf life. I won’t ask you to do silly things like give mice cookies or milk in glasses. Instead, I’ll invite you to come spend…
A Boy’s Life (Robert McGammon) or The Musings of a Little Girl
Boys have all the fun They get play all day and run They can fall down and get dirty While I gotta sit back and be purty Prim and proper is the way of the land You gotta learn how to act to get a…
Speaker for the Dead
Rarely do we get the chance to stand in front of an audience and speak our minds. I love Dad more than anyone and I’m nervous for when he leaves. It seems like a long way off and it’ll be here before we know it….
Song poem
Drinking one shot to two; I’m not thinking about you. Hello Stranger, plays on the radio I’m laughing with a friend and the world is alright. That song comes on, I ignored your name. The bar world quiets to you sing, I keep my back…
El Gato Loco (Hour Eight, A Sevenling)
El Gato Loco (The Crazy Cat) A tiny ball of orange fur, with matted eyes and flea-filled ears, we rescued her from sudden death beneath our tires. Mothered by a long little wiener and a gentle giant Boxer, she never knew she was…
Hour 8
Oof! Almost missed this hour due to… shenanigans… Looks like it’s another haiku from me for now. It’ll be interesting to see how I pick up in the wee hours when I’m good and drunk… Tell me what I am So mutable my substance I…
Hour nine: Get the name right on my gravestone
If I get killed for reading trans poetry in coffeeshops, paint my name across the side of every building in the city. Make my boy-name your crowbar, and wedge it in tight underneath your statehouse. Etch each letter into stone, knowing the rain and wind…
nine
sitting among the rows of corn the dried broken husks underneath me his legs wrapped around mine arms circling my shoulders as i rest my head against the strength of his chest he kisses my cheek whispers about how i am all his the wind…
My Coffee
Rise and shine Sunshine The steam from this cup Wakes up Shakes up Full adrenaline pump Sight to weary eyelids Direct to restless hearts 25% tip slip This liquid meant to jump start Gear shift Come near This cup lift and pass not by The…