“Come here,” he said to her patting the bed beside him. He had come over earlier that evening, and after a tightly packed joint, some dancing in the yard, and a few light kisses, he was feeling close to her, wanting her. ‘Come here’ his brown eyes said, drawing her in. “What…” she charmed backContinue reading “Come Here”
Please come and stand on the front yard of the University of Michigan’s Angell Hall (435 S. State St Ann Arbor). Dec. 31st, 2020 from 5-6pm We will be ending our year with a final cry for assistance in providing best health and safety outcomes for the unhoused community. Ann Arbor needs to come togetherContinue reading “#DoYouSeeUs?”
A controversial statue was erected calling for the unveiling of our eyes to societal ills. Is the University of Michigan holding up its end?
I have a hard time going into the water. Something that has confused my parents who had both been lifeguards and swim instructors in their youth. Despite their greatest attempts, I failed to ever learn how to swim. I took my aquatic hesitance as a symbol of resistance, understanding myself as a rebel to theContinue reading “The Reading Of Judith Wozinski”
It all started with the dream. I had just gotten home from a shift at the shelter and was completely exhausted. My feet hurt, head ached. All I wanted was a shower, a shot of whiskey, and some sleep, not necessarily in that order. I got myself taken care of and settled into bed. MostContinue reading “The Sacred Combination”
She laid there, mangled, beautifully arrayed on the ground before him. Her hair was black, ink-like in its tone, and it swirled in a hurricane around her head. She was covered in the day’s makeup. It ran down the length of her face, melted away by the tears, sweat, and struggle that prefaced her death.Continue reading “The Runner”
When it comes to our rights, who gets to vote?
The alarm blared, denoting the time as 11:23pm, thirty-seven minutes before the start of the young woman’s shift. Her sleepy dog stretched voraciously, unwilling to give up the comfy heater that was his owner. She scratched under his chin for a bit, giving him a kiss on the nose before swinging her legs over theContinue reading “Blood Moon”
It’s not new, just new to me.
This is my first post, my attempt to take a passion and make it into an art, a craft, and maybe even a living. I don’t know where this will go, I only know that it’s the first time I felt power in awhile. The energy of an ‘AHA’ moment can do some incredible things.Continue reading “To Write”