… Read the rest“Everyone wants to give a writer the perfect notebook. Over the years I’ve acquired stacks: one is leather, a rope of Rapunzel’s hair braids its spine. Another is tree-friendly, its paper reincarnated from diaries of poets now graying in cubicles. One is small and black as a funeral dress, its pages lined like the hands of a widow. There’s even a furry blue one that looks like a shag rug or a monster that would hide beneath it—and I wonder why? For every blown-out candle, every Mazel Tov, every turn of the tassel, we are handed what a writer dreads
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I’m No Trumploving Fool
Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you?
When I was little, I think we were all patriotic.
I think that as long as we didn’t have parents at home with rather strong and conflicting beliefs against living nicely with people in society, we might still all be patriotic.
We all learned to salute the flag, to stand for the national anthem, to remove our hats when we sang it, to respect our flag when we hang it.
And now?
Now I see America broken in half.
I’ve seen too many Ford-F150s with these massive American flags on … Read the rest
putzing around online
What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time?
Something like this.
I’m always putzing around in my leisure time. I’m on my laptop picking away at something or reading what someone else has written, I’m scribbling in a notebook, I’m reading on my Kindle, listening to an audio book, or holding a paper one in my hands, which is too infrequent these days.
But I enjoy putting words on screens and papers, I enjoy getting them out of my head and my hands and making them into something someone can use, even just me.
I want more than … Read the rest
Hello, my name is Cheney.
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
Like Dick Cheney?
Are you Dick Cheney’s granddaughter?
Don’t shoot me in the face, Cheney!
You like the dick, Cheney?
My middle name is Meaghan and I think that was supposed to be my first name, until my mom was reading a book one day and saw the name “Cheney” in it and thought it was a good name.
It has not turned out to be a good name.
Before this Dick, Dick Cheney ruined my life for some years, I still hated my name.
I was angry when I … Read the rest
help me live my dream
What’s your dream job?
If you’re here reading this, you’re sort of looking at it.
My dream job is to write for a living (again). I got a taste of it for a few years when Newsbreak was just throwing money at me, but that income source dried up like an old African desert well and the tap has never really been turned on for me again.
So, I write.
I write poems every day, not because I think they’re going to make me money, but because I love writing poetry and I think the more I write, the better … Read the rest
peace out, 2025
What makes you feel nostalgic?
It’s a new year tomorrow.
It used to be such a big deal to me, celebrating the new year, but now it doesn’t matter at all, it’s just another day, and a way of marking time.
I’d like tomorrow, my first day of the new year, not to be one of reflection and waxing nostalgic over anything.
I am laser focused on my future and what I am going to do to make it better, and make it on my own.
Life really throws the shit at you sometimes, huh? I didn’t expect that during … Read the rest
the sum of their parts
Who are the biggest influences in your life?
“They” say
you are the sum
of your five closest people;
that they shape you and
you have no choice in that,
it just happens
for better or worse.
Oh, I hope they are wrong,
because otherwise,
I am so fucked.
games we didn’t play
We said it so many times we called it 10%, because it felt like “I love you” was 10% of all we say to each other. Every day, I love you, I love you, I love you, a balm I’ll never grow tired of but, underneath it all, became a noose around your neck. We’ll stick to easy games; no tag, no red rover, no hopscotch, nothing that involves touching or thinking about you. Finger painting, maybe, that’s an activity we can do together now that cuddling and sex are off the table. My best friend has a sex painting. … Read the rest
chilling with piper
When are you most happy?
A month ago I would have told you I was most happy cuddled in bed with my boyfriend, no clothes, skin on skin, arms and legs wrapped around each other and as close as we could physically be.
But we are done with our relationship now.
I am done with it. I don’t care whether he wants to “keep working on things”.
I don’t want to keep working on things, and that’s a good enough reason to let go and let it be over.
Is my heart broken? Yeah. I woke up this morning … Read the rest