My Attempt at Vogon Poetry
Anyone who is familiar with the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy knows that Vogon poetry is awful and hideous and hilarious all at once.
So it is my chosen medium to work on all this darkness that still envelops me and prevents me from functioning some days and gives me enough strength to carry on…
Dark Flight of Stairs
Anyone ever walk down a dark flight of stairs in an old houseand suddenly you’re whisked away to a warm spring night, sitting giggling on the top of the stairs in an old house with your friend Becca,leaning forward as far as you can to try and catch a glimpse of the movie on the…
It’s Christmas
It’s Christmas and I can’t stop cryingAnd I try and look at the pretty lightsAnd the beautiful snowAnd listen to the musicAnd something about Ho Ho HoBut it just doesn’t workSomething is brokenAnd I don’t knowIf I can goTo the eggnog party, PatriciaBecause I have a large crack in my heartAnd it’s supposed to be…
The Protection of Mars
Hello, weary traveler. Thank you for taking a break from the battles you’re currently facing, and stopping by my little corner of the internet today. Tonight. Whenever you’re reading this. You’re in the bathroom, aren’t you? *sigh* I’ll make it quick, then. Life has been . . . CHALLENGING for a lot of us lately,…
Her name was not Annabelle
I opened the door to the one-seater women’s bathroom. Annabelle was lying on the floor, crying, mascara streaked in straight lines down her face and her unspilled drink held vaulted above her head. The loud noises of small-town drunks and Hootie and the Blowfish on the jukebox wafted around my frame in the doorway. I…
My Mother is a Bird
My mother is a bird perched on a post on the side of the deck preening its feathers and shaking its head reminding me she’s always here I am sadness on the other side of the window Trying desperately to remember that she’s always with me and sending love and gratitude to a little bird…
Hi, Suzie.
“Hi Suzie.” I called out the greeting as I walked in the archway of the room. Suzie didn’t answer. Of course she didn’t. I stood at the top of the stairs of a large living room, surveying the contents. I ignored the urn at the far corner for the time being.
The Crow
When my husband and I moved in together, we spent a ton of time in front of the television. I know, I know, not the first thing you’d think of when a new couple move in together, but Chad and I love media, we love psychology, we love analyzing media psychology, and we wanted to…
The Denny Ryan Roll Recipe
So I usually hate recipes that begin with a story. Just GIMMEE the friggin’ recipe already, k? I don’t need a long narrative about how you backpacked across Europe one summer in ’81 and met an old lady who had a farm stand and she taught you how to make peach jelly. Ok, I totally…
11:11 PM
It’s 11:11 pm Sunday, May 16th 2021 The pandemic is over Or so they say Today Tonight I’m watching Lady Gaga videos on my MacBook Air And sad because I’ve forgotten the art of the music video All those hours watching MTV I prepared for this moment to drink too much wine on top of…
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Marti Kole 