Happy October, everyone! Today is October 1st, the start of my favorite month. In honor of this month, all month long on my blog will be Ominous October, I will be posting dark literature and poetry. Not necessarily the typical ghouls and ghosts and pumpkins and zombies, but abstract eerie stuff. So be sure… Continue reading Amie the Author Presents: Ominous October
I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I sat in the car all Sunday afternoon weeping until my eyes became raw and swollen, which I do every Sunday from 3:30pm to 4:30pm while my husband watches football, before heading back inside to continue being a wife. When I first started this ritual, the neighbors… Continue reading ‘Til Death Do Us Part.
The Alien in the Alley She is hairy and Abstract and lives on the walls with wings dipped in black. She’s not a cliché fly. She is a jaw-dropping butterfly. A goddamn mighty butterfly. With vivid, godly wings that are lengthy like sophisticated words. She, a spellbinding creature, surrounded by bile… Continue reading The Alien in the Alley
Amethyst; that was her name, and that was the shade of her strut. She’d float down the sidewalk like an apparition, in high-heels sharp like the corners of counters, and force the smell of manually-mashed passionfruit to mingle with the cool air. Click, clack. Click, clack. The heels. Left, right. Left, right. The eyes. She… Continue reading AmethysT
I made the headlines for my performance in the burger shop yesterday, and I have already been turned into seventeen different memes (the worst was when they put my gnarled and blurry face from a still frame in the video on that gigantic green fish that hid pickles under his tongue in that one episode… Continue reading Pain Scale.
Twenty-nine thousand steps. I have been in the bar for two hours counting the steps on my watch, surrounded by purposeful puddles of vomit and accidental spills of liquor on the dancefloor. I haven’t had a drink. Just water, of course. I am just counting my steps. Twenty-nine thousand four hundred steps. A woman in… Continue reading Cardio.
He will always be home. The smell of that apple-scented candle lingering through the vents of the house Shoes with muddy tongues lined up by the front door Red, hot stove burners alive on Sunday mornings Scratches and greasy fingerprints cluttering the worn porcelain bowls Battered pillows covered in drool and old make up Wrinkled… Continue reading Residency.
Last week, I was fortunate to see James Vincent McMorrow live for the first time. For those who may not know who he is (like my brother who asked me who the hell is that when I sent him a clip from the concert haha) he is a singer, an amazing singer, from Ireland. He… Continue reading True Care Tour: Until Next Time, ‘Morrow.
In light of the events that unfolded in Virginia, here are nineteen songs that exude protest and activism that you may find inspiring or relevant in this moment. And it's for all different types of fights and struggles that humanity faces, not just about race and what occurred in Charlottesville. It's a very diverse mix… Continue reading 19 Great Protest Songs (In Light of Charlottesville Events)
I lived in Arizona the first eighteen years of my life. But three years ago I moved away to San Francisco. I never really paid attention until I moved away, but I was a terrible Arizonan, because I had never been to the Grand Canyon. Until last Thursday! I finally got to meet the Arizona… Continue reading Becoming an Arizonan… After Moving Away.