Nov 6, 2016 | Featured, Fiction |
“Men are physically stronger,” the doctor asserted with professional finality.
“Yes, often, and larger, but what does that matter when we have machines? And even when we don’t have machines, when we must dig with the shovel or carry on the back, the men maybe work faster – the big ones – but the women work longer… Often I have wished I was as tough as a woman.”
Oct 30, 2016 | Fiction |
Am I shallow? she asks the mirror. Yes, I am shallow. The sun shines on the ripples where it’s shallow. Deep is too dark.
Sep 28, 2016 | Featured, Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
that moment our eyes met just walking down the street. there’s no emoji for it, nor an app that can deliver it to your door (traffic contingent within 30 minutes or your money back) that moment our eyes met just finding a seat on the bus. watching the mediocrity...
