Now

They call me easy. Lower case ‘e’ and filled with all the implications that word implies. A derogatory term meant to shame me for the way my legs divide. I make fools of their shame because I own it. I own my easy ways. Easy in the way I lift my hips. The judgment pouring …

Where to begin

I’m working on Hunter’s Gazelle. If you don’t remember that story, don’t worry. It’s one of two I promised myself I’d either edit or finish on my 30 before 30 list so I haven’t talked about it in a while. My thoughts are on beginnings. What makes a good beginning for a story? The first …

Day 274

My confinement continues without a foreseeable end. As of yet, I do not know how I came to be in this dark place only that I cannot escape. Even with my ability to open my eyes, I am still unable to detect much in the murky darkness, which adds to my feeling of hopelessness and …

Confession

Her eyes went to the cross the moment she entered the building. The blood along his pierced side and crowned head seemed to pulse as though freshly spilled. A lump formed in her throat as she took a little water and anointed herself, consecrated herself. The oak pews were empty, but she could picture them …