In My Head
It’s like this beat That’s trapped in my head— It can’t escape, won’t escape. It eats at me, bothering me, Telling me to stop, to recognize everything it does. It pulls me out of the...
Issue: <span>April 2022</span>
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It’s like this beat
That’s trapped in my head—
It can’t escape, won’t escape.
It eats at me, bothering me,
Telling me to stop, to recognize everything it does.
It pulls me out of the dredges of life,
But sometimes into them too.
Why is it there?
I don’t know.
What I do know is that it drives me, makes me
me.
Competing in a horse show prompts some self-reflection
My heart almost stopped when my mom parked our gray Honda minivan on the grounds of the annual Halloween Horse Show. Horses were everywhere. Horses being led, horses being groomed, horses being tacked and warmed up. The usually quiet grounds of Hybid Farm looked like a beehive.
After her beloved owner dies, Mayhem invents a game to find a new, equally caring, friend
Inspired by T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Naming of Cats”
It was a dark time for animals. Wise elephants were dying. Raptors and other birds had lost their homes. Polar bears were still swimming for their lives. Baby penguins, because they cannot swim, were drowning.
Once, the new cat.
Cats.
Cats.
Oh cats.
Please come with me.
Be with me.
See what you see.
The Tuna Cat.
Oh cat.
Are you the cat?
The Tuna Cat?
Yes.
You are the Tuna Cat.