I am so, so, so SICK of myself. Do you ever get to a point where you’re tired of your own thoughts, your own fears, your own self?New things, new territory, a shift in…anything – I WELCOME IT IN MY LIFE. I’m munching on a carmel apple, peanuts all over my chin, thinking about HOW […]
Author: Lisa
Marcus Fiesel
A little 3 three old boy with developmental problems and placed in foster care was murdered here in Cincinnati about a month and a half ago. After his own biological mother fenced him in a wall-covered feces room, he was placed with a family who tied him up with his arms behind him, put a […]
On My Way to Nowhere!
There are many ways to look at life, I’ve decided. I have as many options as I do pairs of shoes. As I considering going back to school, punting out a baby, writing for my life…I have decided that I have no decision to make because I have no F*cking idea what in the world […]
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My back hurts.I think Velma is coming for her monthly escapade with my ovaries.
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I am becomingthe flourisher I said I would beMy body,tempered by early mornings,yawning, stretching arms and legsof yogaand quiet scripting Words thatclaimstateand end with . and !,not ?flow from my bedrock Fear, always lingeringdammitcrouchesawaiting pity parties, drama,and dilemma ! But Simplicity, humanity, and courage stand ready, withsheathed swords and an opened-inch glint at their sides […]
Mel and Marriage Epiphanies
My sometimes functioning radio actually worked this morning. Instead of my usual curse words that string through my mind when I think of the conniving Boston shitheads who poorly installed my radio, I had pleasant thank yous running out of my lips. I sat low in my seat during my morning commute, ready for some […]
Show Your Face
So, upon arriving here, you may notice that my blogger address has changed. It’s not that I am afraid, or receding. I’m just very aware of identity, claiming words as your own, the power of name, association. To continue to write clearly, sufficiently, and maintain the rage – I decided to forego my entire name […]
Stand Stern, Tulip
You’re like me, Tulip. Origin is the Asias of the world, but can flourish global.How we’ve found ourselves here,dumbfounded.You’re common red.Well, I’m brown, butsame family, Tulip.You need warmth, but grow in extreme cold. Winters root you.Winters root me.If change happens too quick, splitting peril.My personality, too.We suffer when we’re overflown.You flower daughters in the springand […]
Party Like It’s 1993-1997
Adonis and I, married now for 16 months, recently went out on a date on Friday. He themed it Highschool. (God help us, I thought.) Adonis and I met, fell in love, and youknowwherethestorywent, in college. He insightfully observed that we typically don’t talk about our pre-18yr. old selves. Sure we do daily blurbs about […]
I B(e)lo(n)g
This week I realized how blogging is this underground world of free speech, torment, and glory under faceless anonymity. I had zero exposure prior to this month to the wonderful and horrendous blogs out there. I am under a thinking spell these days, wondering where my blog belongs in all this. Perhaps it is a […]