I am a fan of feminism, but not of feminists. Over-correction comes with a lot of twists. I’m not concerned about your race, why do you shove it all up in my face? I know who you are and if I don’t I’d love to meet you. But your mind…

“This is no way to live your life,” she says righteously, as though I actively chose this, as though I wanted it. She acts like I’m living the way I do just to be stubborn, to spite her, I’m just the black sheep, the stubborn kid sister. — Well, she’s off, and why would she suddenly start treating me like a sister after all these years in the first place? Totally sus, not sis, she’s old enough to be my teen mom. …

Hey Gang! Recently I started a writing challenge at my Patreon; Twenty-two Chapters based on the Major Arcana of the Rider-Waite Tarot. Chapter the First: Wheel of Fortune, will be released February 3rd. There’s also a story coming up called “The Pact.” …

Don’t let other people convince you that they remember your own life better than you do. They only remember their version, “their truth.” The actual truth is, it isn’t their experience, so it isn’t their truth to begin with. Observe and learn, never observe and assume. Hanna Maxwell

I got to be a part of the world, Before the world was all blood and plastic. Now that it is, I want nothing to do with it. Plastic has no pulse and blood is wasted On the foolish passions of humans. H.M.

Not too long ago I had a brief stint at the hospital, there was a complication at one point and I needed blood transfusions and everything. I’m a vampire now. The whole experience really got my noggin’ joggin’ about life and death and all that rot. Even more interesting to…

In my late teens I started taking a real interest in herbal medicine. I was learning it when it was coming out of the lapse of interest in it between the 60’s and the 90’s. Especially the late 90’s into the 2000’s. …

Why are we in your bedroom? Why are you making me get down on my knees? You say that when we’re done, I’ll be Saved. From what? You’re my parents, for now. That doesn’t mean I trust you. Is it supposed to hurt? Is it supposed to feel this awkward, To love your Lord? Why wasn’t your God there for me then? Where is He now? Your God says this is okay, I don’t like it, And I may never love your God. No one was Saved.

I saw the tops of the trees, miles below, passing by. I saw the burnt grass, faded from the heat of summer. And then I saw my body. I saw myself exactly as I had left myself; sitting on the stairs of the back porch, chin in hand like the Thinker. It was the first time it happened, it wouldn’t be the last. But I was a wee kid then, I had no idea how handy it would be to have this arrangement. I had no idea what I was capable of