A Feminism’s Carol, Part 3: The Spirit of Feminism’s Present
VII. Like the day before, a spirit once again introduces itself to Aunt Hillary and takes her for a ride. VIII. The formerly well-ordered and…
Undertaker
I. Yurka went over the potatoes: small, for planting; large, for food. He had only a few left: merchants had stopped transporting products from…
Fulfillment
I witnessed Charles Allan Speakman in a blue jumpsuit, standing on a tower of metal shipping containers, arms open wide, illuminated from above by a…
A Troubled Mind
“The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.” --- Stephen King, Bag of Bones My fascination with the macabre is absolute. This is what…
Show Your Work, Pattern IV: Recognition of Patterns
Arnold got an Uber home expecting to see himself evicted, but it turned out that somebody had paid his rent. His car was also sitting in the parking…
Show Your Work, Pattern III: Bad Luck
Arnold had just finished lunch at a local steakhouse when he was pulled over by the police; it was not just one police car, but what seemed like at…
A Feminism’s Carol, Part 2: The Spirit of Feminism’s Past
III. Hillary overslept as usual, and when she woke up, she found it was just before noon on a weekday. Blue-collar men had already been at work for…
Self-Destruction, Part 3
XII. at court with Justin So suggestive, how he softly touched the small of my back with his fingertips, urging me gently down the line to pay my…
Friend Request
Joanne reached in her bag for her cell phone and accidentally jostled the laptop of the young man beside her. She smiled an apology, but he was too…
Cuck Resistance
It all started with a hope in Glenn Levin’s eyes. He hoped that they would pull through with what he’d seen them do a hundred times before. He hoped…
