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Who was it that occupied my earliest sinful thoughts? Oh no it sure as heck wasn’t that little cow Justin Bieber or Jesse Mcartney <—(who I blame my bout of nightmares on because they seem to have started after his bloody creepy concert)  It was a married man, even worse than that, a father– a…

I ask her, beg her all the time, won’t she please forgive me All the others have all gone but she remains to haunt me I hardly see her frozen eyes staring back to judge me But looking in the mirror now they strike and pierce and chill me Sometimes I think it’s a mistake…

  “The weather? Yes it’s been nice” “hows your wife?” He spins his knife, angry lips spit desperation, “She’s probably in some liquor store parking lot” —nicotine fingertips, red lips, clear bottle, swollen belly— “That bitch doesn’t have to love me, but she better love that baby” OxyContin Chrysler cowboy sticks his knife in the…

Mennonite weddings… I sat on my hands suddenly aware of my loud nail polish after quickly piling my hair into a bun. I was the only young lady  without a hair covering and a dress down to my shoes. We sat in silence until the service began with four hymns  I pretended to sing because…

You think our exchange of words a passing formality A ball bounced off unaffected pavement and not injected into my inescapable body Did you know your words have eternal shelf life in these cranial aisles? I am the preservative of foreign thoughts imported from places I’ve never been But I am not entirely ungrateful With…

You think our exchange of words a passing formality A ball bounced off unaffected pavement and not injected into my inescapable body Did you know your words have eternal shelf life in these cranial aisles? I am the preservative of foreign thoughts imported from places I’ve never been But I am not entirely ungrateful With…

I was writing a meaningless Facebook birthday post the other day when I realized how I’m a complete and utter slave to other people. My slave driver,technology, chides me to do wordy tasks for people in order to keep up my public image of kindness (?).  Technology has made it so incredibly easy to slight…

HEY. I spent a majority of the day recounting my sins in the purgatory tractor so I feel like confessing. One of the biggest sins I found I had done is lying. LYING. Let me explain this dent in character real fast. When I first got home this summer I was falling asleep all the…

My subconscious is cruel in dreamland. It always pits me against actual real life fears and struggles. For example, on our ranch there’s bunches of really really tough gates. And by tough I mean the wire is so tight you wanna cry. Especially if the gates were put in by our menonite friends who are…