Is one's essence defined by the age of the body, their culture, economic status, or gender? What are we without the context of time, gender, and culture? Tara's mother underwent a metamorphosis. Mildred wore different costumes of the mind. Each costume wa...
The pendulum swings back and forth as time ticks away. Every fifteen minutes its Westminster quarter chimes remind me that sleep is eluding me. Anxiety plagues me while I wait for a chime of a different sort, the first few whistling bars of Kesha’s “Crazy...
"We won't let them call it a break down this time," She says, Wiping imagined stray hairs from my brow. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to scream. Medication is bliss. I wonder their names. I cannot control my lips, Let alone form words. ...
