There was a female Pharaoh named Hatshepsut…whose hieroglyphics were chiseled out of the stone monuments…
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.
Renaming as Pervasively Caucasian
Your basic Grocery Store. Like an undeserved Manifest Destiny, it’s baked right in…
What I imagined just before going to sleep last night was a funnel whose interior, the entire surface was splashed with constantly upstreaming ones and zeroes, i’s and o’s. Every digital image, every television show, the music we hear, the images we see, all composed of an endless flow of infinite combinations of on and offContinue reading “The Binary Code of Sensory Input”
Anti-vaxxers wave signs and smile. Far wrong wingnuts, nothing right about them.
In the ghostly voices of Catholic grandparents…
She listens, she lingers, what a luxury to be heard!
I am getting used to the body shape reflected back at me from the bathroom mirrors. She resembles my mom, all Venus of Willendorf-ey.
Maybe I am not crazy, maybe I am just being honest with my subconscious, that pitiless vixen.
yoked to my own ambition