Bryan Billiams had, historically, never been a good liar. So that was why, as he sat in front of the two officers, Bryan Billiams told them everything. — Bryan Billiams was fifty-two years old and looking for a career change when he stumbled upon The Merry Barber. The place stood out in the same way
If we had a voice, we would scream and wail and cry so loud that no creature would dare come close to us for fear of going deaf. We would scream until the strain tore our vocal cords to shreds and the taste of blood coated our raw throat. But alas, we don’t have that
It is February and we must be brave. The mounds outside are half snow and half water. The rain falls ever so gently and mist grasps around the peaks of the mountains and then fills in the sky, hiding the sun. Inside our homes we keep our curtains closed, blocking out the dreadful weather lest
From now on I will declare myself free of all these burdens! Go now, you killers of joy and bliss! Here I stand, glorious, sparkling in the night. I know I can do anything if I tune to the light. Just because I crave chocolate, I can still be the captain of my ship! Keep
My grandmother’s career options were a nurse an office assistant or a teacher. The women in my family don’t follow instructions well and we are a little bit woozy so teacher it is. Educator it is Holders of knowledge and molder of minds it is Givers of time it is Drinkers of red wine it
Depression dishes, depression dishes I’m waiting for the moment of manic motivation To move me word Move me Move me Move me word The pile is building like my stress and frustrations A curious collection of mold and stains In that one pot. word Like a pack rat within the dysfunctional comfort of its midden
Flow like a river spirit my dear child contort and shake, transcend your physical form all that matters is the energy you bring Return to the purity of childhood innocence with a deep understanding of all beings that have come before Interpret the omens with a swift foot and open heart for the creatures above
It was always there. A silent switch so still and static, vestigial as your camouflage, but there. Weighing you down like mercury, causing drag and taking space but there. Inside your brain, your heart, your gills, an implicit goal, a pure command, a yearning. One small fish, basking under the smiling moon. The chill it
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