I come from a long line of black faces sculpted from the dry, jet black meat of a sunflower. Created in thirty different shades of black, but all given the same smile. White smiles as shiny and sly as the fat beads of sweat running down the sun’s thick neck. These faces and smiles traveled… Continue reading From a Flower
The burgundy bugs crawl all around in my brain. Dancing under the pink meat of my face. Their little sticky, sinister feet march again and again. If I wasn’t insane I’d probably feel the bass of their feet dancing under the pink meat of my face. Chomping on the raw insides of my cheeks… Continue reading A Pantoum on Infestation
AB. The blood. Blood of his story. Bandaged. The blood. Blood of his story. Abrasive. The blood. Blood of his story. Barbecued. The blood. Blood of his story. Abused. The blood. Blood of his story. Ballistic. The blood. Blood of his story. Abnegated. The blood. Blood of his story.… Continue reading Red Whine
The sky was black. And the ocean was black. And I was surfing among the waves. Then I looked over, there was a guy on the boardwalk with a ponytail like a short and skinny palm tree on the top of his half-shaved head. We were the only ones near the water. That's probably why… Continue reading Hell Games
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
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.
Happy blogiversary to Amie the Author! Two years ago this blogging journey began, and it's been a very rewarding, special,and unique one. Thank you to all of you for reading and supporting my blog! Cheers to two years! And cheers to the next year! Can't wait to see what's in store for this year. But… Continue reading Happy 2nd Blogiversary!