Brandishing belly she pours her frail brute strength down inside your head like Alambic Brandy, and you smack your lips, Ah…
Author Archives: Ms. C. G. Tripp
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.
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”
There was a female Pharaoh named Hatshepsut…whose hieroglyphics were chiseled out of the stone monuments…
What’s in a name?
But what last name will the children have? Why not both? If one last name must be chosen, why not the mother’s name? And why is it assumed I will have children? That leads to another essay altogether.
The salt licks of remembered dreams
She listens, she lingers, what a luxury to be heard!