Gross Polluters

I can stay in my lane all I want, but people are still throwing lit cigarette butts out their windows as they pass... they're still driving under the influence, they're still cutting me off, they're still failing to use signals, and riding their brakes. They're still  right on my ass, leaking oil, and openly carrying. They've... Continue Reading →

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lump

Sometimes suicide is like a plane crash; sometimes it's like being black-out drunk. Sometimes humans do things they don't mean to do, but there's just no way to ever take it back. Because sometimes suicide is like a murder where the killer & the victim look like the same person, but they're not. It is time to start demanding to know what medications mass-murderers and suicide victims were on at the time of their death and/or shooting spree. It's time to find out how big a role prescription drugs play in these mental breaks.

update

It's been a week since I discovered employees of the store I used to print the first issue of a poetry booklet liked my work so much they "made a few extra copies" for themselves "to pass around" without my knowledge or permission. I picked up my booklets on Wednesday, had the event for which... Continue Reading →

the printer stole copies of my zine

I self-published a book of micro-poetry as a way to raise money for the food banks in my area, as well as the local SPCA, and create a community poetry project for a poetry-in-public-places kind of thing. When I picked up my order from the printer, the employee at the counter told me they liked... Continue Reading →

the “i” in mania

I have 14 saved drafts in my bag of kitty litter over here.  Fourteen drafts, totaling 6,633 words. Fourteen drafts totaling six-thousand, six hundred thirty-three words, dating back to October 2017. Fourteen drafts, totaling six-thousand, six hundred thirty-three words dating back to October 2017 - including an obligatory end-of-the-year wrap-up for 2017... which I did,... Continue Reading →

almost

It's the second to the last day of 2017 and my mania is in high gear. No need to worry... I'm sure almost everyone is pretty much safe, figuratively speaking metaphorically of course. Yes. I'm [sic]. I imagine a lot of depressed people have more trouble than usual during the holidays. Too much sugar, too... Continue Reading →

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