Monthly Archives: April 2013
My mother taught me how to sew, knit, cook, and clean. How to care for my children. My mother taught me how to forgive and be forgiven, what is inside of me has value and beauty, acceptance of who … Continue reading
Hello, my name is Walter, I am the pustulating carbuncle of a growth on the lower quadrant, left side of Donny Profits face; I own the appearance of meat lace. I am here by God’s grace. My shape, size, and … Continue reading
Were you crying when you wrote this? I was when I read it.
Fathers guard their daughter’s virginity like it belongs to them. They will perform all manner of mental calisthenics to justify their ownership of the said hymen, including a new found interest in women’s liberation.
Approaching her for a little physical intimacy was analogous to requesting fellatio from a crocodile. You could never be sure if your heart would be left intact, your ego not destroyed, your equipment still attached. Some women are as brutal … Continue reading
My son has a son, I am the son of my father, he the son of his. The son of my son I scour his face for signs, as men are wanting, subconsciously connecting with my primordial past. He has … Continue reading