Literary Lounge

Window

Window. Window pane. Window glass. Window to the outside for my child’s eyes belonging to my little child’s body whose bottom is firmly planted on the hard, metal chair. Forever planted among lectures on the ABC’s of languid language that has… Read More ›

The Purple Beast

A purple beast came from the East and didn’t care a bit for what he found all around the West seemed quite unfit to lead the world with morals furled its hilltop light unlit so the beast did pray and… Read More ›

I Accept

I accept the day is light. I accept the dark is night. I accept wrong is not right. I accept right can feel tight.   I accept tight can be good. I accept good is misunderstood. I accept good often… Read More ›

Minimal is an Animal

Minimal is an animal something quite sustainable a bird which flies a pig in a sty Minimal is hospitable. Minimal is an animal something quite attainable remove your shirt bathe in the dirt Minimal is affable. Minimal is an animal… Read More ›

The Girl Who Would Be Silence

Silence. It was what she sought out purposefully with all of the intention of a jackhammer breaking apart concrete. It was elusive, however, just like Santa or the Tooth Fairy. She could not remember when this quest for silence began…. Read More ›

I’ve Conquered

I’ve conquered the dark and the grey in between the dark and the light and what is unseen. I’ve conquered the seen and all that I know the fears which seek to flourish and  grow. I’ve conquered the heights and I’ve… Read More ›

Because People Change

What do you do when you’ve given fifteen years of your life to a man, given up your personal ambitions to give him three children and be a stay-at-home mom, only to discover over the phone that he is indeed… Read More ›

This Thing Like a Bubble

It’s a thing like a bubble. There is something wonderfully magical about it, how it holds its shape, its round perfection, and yet you can see right through it. It lingers, still. It drifts on currents, rising, falling like a… Read More ›

Girl in the Willows

Mamma and Nanny was always working. Nanny always said a man’s either gonna fish or cut bait but you best be believin you gonna be stuck with the fish bones if you the one cuttin and not catchin. Mamma? Well… Read More ›