My first imaginary friend was a boy named Brett. He was supposed to be my brother, but because I had a new baby sister & I didn't want to make it seem like I didn't want her around, he became my boyfriend. Because what else was a boy supposed to be in relation to me… Continue reading Invisible Boys
A mini-review of Chelsea Quinn Yarbro's _Ariosto_
Mistaken Names I have Been Called By Customers*† *All "customers" & their calls have been fictionalized for the purpose of this story. Kim (From Kimberly, originally male usage, meaning "king's meadow") - Sometimes my customers call me Kim, mistaking me for my co-worker who also handles the incoming calls—even though we both recite our names… Continue reading Portrait In Collection II
One of my reading goals this year is to read Neil Gaiman's series The Sandman. I determined to get past Preludes and Nocturnes, which disturbed me years ago & scared me off. The following is a simple explanation why. . . What I'm about to say will open me up to mockery, I'm sure, but… Continue reading “Dream A Little Dream. . .”
My job just gave out specialized magnetic poetry kits to us, the employees. The words are meant to inspire us to great acts of customer service. All I can say is that you can't really write subversive verse with what words they provide.