Tag Archives: Homestead

Double Yolks

Double Yolks

The baby hums as he sleeps and he smiles as he dreams, while my mind races with preparation for the day to come- there is always so much. I’m running late again as I race the highway, but the ditches are a visual reprieve. Though boggy, like my sleep-deprived brain, they are accentuated by purple… Read more

Dragons on her feet

Dragons on her feet

It was a simple gesture, really, when she offered me her toddler’s outgrown red velcro shoes. No longer needed, no longer a part of her narrative. But yet they carry such a story. There I was, visiting a former client turned friend, and I mentioned with it being spring I would have to find a new… Read more

The dirty kid

The dirty kid

My kids are the gross ones, I’ll give you that. I’d know them anywhere, because mine are the ones with not one, but two or three stains splattered on the chests of their shirts. They are the ones with sticky jam smeared across one of their cheeks, and between all of their fingers. Mine are the… Read more

What came in the night

What came in the night

There’s a magic to today, I thought, as I looked out my frosty bedroom window, curling the blankets back from the cocoon of sleeping human carcasses beneath. I light a small fire in the living room, and the smoke quickly intermingled with my visible breath. Seemingly just moments after igniting the element, the kettle started singing… Read more

Know your role

Know your role

Hey Cat, Writing you this letter to reflect upon us because I think we’ve been together for eight years. And come to think of it, we’ve been through a lot of shit- Hell, I even used to clean yours. That was back when I rescued you from the farm- your mother, too old and inbred to… Read more

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