Saturday, April 19, 2014

The Lesbians Have Fled the Soup (POLL)


I’ve always wanted another name, different than the one I’ve got. As a kid, and growing up, and now, I’ve wondered a lot about Mom and Dad and about what made them go with… “Katy.”  

“Katy.”

I’ve got my problems, you see, and another name could have changed it all for me. Right up front. Right out of the starting gate, another name could have made me something… unforgettable. Something powerful. Something exotic, something that roared with strength and with meaning.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Scrying Over You


Scrying is crystal ball gazing. It is Ouija board. It is all the ways of making the subconscious conscious.

Like maybe you will take a bowl. You fill it with water and with oils. You run a stick around the edge until it sings. When it sings, in the song there are words. You write down the words.

You are scrying.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

I’ve Got More Tickets Than Muddy’s Got Blues


Look! Piles of them. Mountains, even. Mashed into the glove box and sticking out at the hinge.

Covering the floor like carpet, with mudprints and crumbs and Doritos stains. Down inside the seat beyond the reach of my fingers.

The date on this one reads,  “November 1, 2007,”   but I don’t even remember getting it.

It seems the city has wasted whole forests on me.