A year ago later this week, Miscellaneous Voices went to the printers and to celebrate this anniversary I’ve discounted it for a limited time. All you need to do is click on the sidebar or go over to the Miscellaneous Press website where you can make the purchase for $15.95 plus free postage. I can’t…
In the Buzz! game we have on the Playstation there is a segment called “Pass the Bomb”. Each contestant must answer a trivia question as quickly as possible before passing the bomb onto the next player, lest the bomb explode while you are still holding it. The last person left standing wins. The other week,…
13 things I have done today Fought with Keira Fought with Riley Laid out two very reasonable uniform options for Keira to choose from Protested at her rejection of both of these Gone into a bathroom, shut the door, and sworn profusely The first school drop off Reminded Riley five times he’s not allowed to…
… I think this will prove that we are.
In the past few days we’ve made a pretty big decision about something we’ve been discussing – or you may say spatting over- for a fair while now. Home improvements, anything that involves wielding a paintbrush or involves some sort of destruction and the need for face masks, really is beyond our ken. Don’t get…
snatched over time from play and experience comes an equivalence of skills formed in the purity of moments you pluck dust from the air the dust into which we return you’re just a little early *this was one of my Month of Poetry (#MoP) poems.
As a young adult and weighing forty kilograms, my dreaming became weightier than my mass. I would wake up during these years and fill diaries recounting these dreams in minute detail, certain of their significance. Just as my eating disorder was a means of problem solving, roundaboutly (don’t deal with the issues troubling you, deal with…
“I’m going to make friands today.” “Isn’t that a gas?” “FRIANDS. Not FREON.” “Oh.” Pause. “Disappointing.” I know he secretly wants to be this guy.
‘She caresses my finer sensibilities’ She caresses my finer sensibilities on days they are barraged by ugliness. Her love a salve, her laugh the soft cloak, I wrap around myself in the moments hours of ever questioning, mothering need. (poem first published here) Have a lovely day at school. I’ll miss you.
