At Least They're Committed

He’s sitting across from me or maybe he’s standing behind me, I’m not sure. I’m breathing heavily wondering why I’m such a bad person and he’s whispering, “Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh.” I took, I took, I took half a pill and I’ve been good about taking the other ones twice a day but the problem is they are Read more

Holding one of the perpetrators with one hand, fingers wrapped securely around his neck, I dip the other hand back into the tub and squeeze the rag, its contents further clouding the warm water. I pull up the dripping cloth up again and continue to work. “Did you hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too Read more

Every time I refill the water bottle for Lu, my rat, I consider filling it half full so as I’ll have to refill it more often for optimum health and freshness. However, then I think, like, what would happen if there were an earthquake or an air raid or a plane crash and he were Read more

I’ve just completed gutting my closet and my dresser drawers and now for some reason my gut is killing me. I feel like I’ve been disemboweled even though all I did was gather up old clothes that I hadn’t worn for years and that have no emotional value to me. Maybe I just hate cleaning Read more

I turned to a person, I don’t remember if it was a community member, a family member or a current or former colleague, and I said, wide eyed, that what I loved about being a journalist (especially, I’m sure, when you take my Libra into consideration) is that I don’t have to judge. I don’t Read more

Alone in my office waiting for my ride, I can’t help but appreciate the sanctuary, the stillness of the final moments I’ll ever be alone here. It’s silent and sane and the buzz of the overhead lights is comforting; white noise to the lack thereof. I also can’t help but imagine what would happen if Read more