Ms. C. G. Tripp

Winehouse Brandy

Brandishing belly she pours her frail brute strength down inside your head like Alambic Brandy, and you smack your lips, Ah…

Harriet Tubman Twenties

I have been stamping Harriet Tubman’s face over Andrew Jackson for a couple of years now. Andrew Jackson was not a hero.

Lifelong Libertarian leaves the Party

On 10/6/2022 9:42 PM, ‘Catherine Tripp’ via pledge wrote: I have included all of the email addresses I could find, which really aren’t many, in this my final missive to the Party who has abandoned American women. My previous attempts to communicate with the Libertarian National Committee have been ignored (see link below for bodiesContinue reading “Lifelong Libertarian leaves the Party”

Libertarian Silence Letter II

I like to say we, the Libertarians, are pro-choice on everything, but the focus of the Libertarian’s harsh criticism in the light of recent events has NOT been on protecting this fundamental human right, my party is SILENT

Libertarians must not be silent on Reproductive Rights. If not us, then who?

My party should be up in arms. Instead, my party, the party of principle, the party of freedom, chooses to focus on anything, literally anything else.

SOMA VAMP excerpt

He is ghostly pale, like LeStat in Interview, and elegant in chiseled black attire. The collar and cuffs are startlingly white and starched to the thickness of fine stationery.

Telling the Future – Digital Musings

The days run together like negatives in a camera with a broken film winder.

A secret fear

I had killed a spider in his bathroom earlier and we were parsing the finer points of just where such a mighty huntress should carve her notches, when he asked, all serious, “So Catherine, what are you afraid of?”

We were the East and West Wind

June 14th, 1990: Thursday evening in the front room, alone. Where does one begin to tell of the end of a journey? Janet Ryan, my friend Janet Ryan (I still can’t believe it) died early Saturday morning. It’s Thursday now, hardly bother with tissues anymore. Janet was an instigator. So am I. The East andContinue reading “We were the East and West Wind”

The Never Camper – A memory piece

Mom was so shocked when I stated loudly and dramatically that I hated camping. As a matter of fact, I went down on one knee, shook my fist at the air and proclaimed in my best Scarlett O’Hara that “I will nevah go campin’ agin!”