Such a funny phrase -- Life gets in the way. Like Life is a cat that winds around your feet as you're walking down the stairs, determined to kill you. Or it's that one person at the supermarket with their cart on one side of the aisle while they read the nutritional labels on the… Continue reading Life Gets In The Way
Author: Shani Avery-Scott
When they aren't hanging out with their favorite goofball, they spends most of their time writing, wondering if there really is a need to get off the couch, and talking smack to Lego video game characters.
The Border | written by Amy Jo
The pop and snap of prescription pill bottles, swallow, light, inhale, scrape of the chair, cluster of tap-tap-taps on the keys, a silence beyond this room, beyond this wall I can almost hear you—the soil sifting, seeds spreading out, dry in your palm; folds of light robes around you like birds wings—your child asleep on… Continue reading The Border | written by Amy Jo
Stubborn Habits
The world has this stubborn habit of continuing after a tragedy. The sun still shambles along the sky chasing the ever elusive moon. Rivers still run their perpetual marathon. The earth still spins as if showing off her pretty dress. They are too preoccupied to notice your trivial tragedies. Indeed, some subjectively are. How dare… Continue reading Stubborn Habits
Untitled by James Robinson
This place is a gathering An acceptance of self Some come here poor Some leave with wealth You might have a purpose You might have a plan But if you have nothing Please rest on the land This haven is here but only for souls with insight and truth, as their common goal We all… Continue reading Untitled by James Robinson
That One Day My Umbrella Tried To Kill Me
It was a dreary gray morning in Chicago, the kind made for cuddles and movies. I had exited the train and was navigating through Union Station, trudging through a maze of commuters, and trying not to get impaled in the genitals by people who insist on carrying their over-sized umbrellas horizontally. The escalator ride was… Continue reading That One Day My Umbrella Tried To Kill Me
Seduced by the Sexy Side of Design
I try not to have too many regrets. If I did, I would be in perpetual cringe mode, my face scrunched up like its sole purpose was to hold up a 90's high school girl's hair. The one–let's call it a lament–I have is not pursuing writing when I was younger. You see, writing is… Continue reading Seduced by the Sexy Side of Design
Close to Home
The recent death of Robin Williams has many people, including myself, shaken to the core. So many people die everyday: the unrest in Iraq, devastation along the Gaza strip, Ebola deaths in Africa, and the many deaths in our own backyard. Chicago, Atlanta, and St. Louis come to mind mostly because those cities are in… Continue reading Close to Home
Social Media Whoreder
Some people hoard clothes, newspaper clippings, sentimental items...their own feces. I hoard social media. Someone as (currently) unimportant as myself should not have so many sites. I doubt Instagrammers want to see my lunch of left over PB&J from my son. I have two Twitter accounts, both of them plan on suing me for neglect. I even… Continue reading Social Media Whoreder
Shut Up, Shani! 