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The Noble Pharaoh of the Parking Lot on San Leandro St
All that the light touches, yes, but I am king of the shadows too, the diplomat of darkness, underneath the heat of machine exhaust. King of dirt and feral cats,
am I! Lord of Lands, the Concrete King!
Keep readingThe Descendants
A boat carved of stone and ten figures aboard At the bow a stone bird holds up a drum holds it out above his head like a pilgrim might have once held out an amulet of protection against that good night
Keep readingFeatured Reading
Fiona and the Howling Fart
Fiona Rudy was feeling moody in kindergarten class one day. Cuz Gracie Lane had all the trains and Fiona wanted to play
Keep readingCult Feelings
Slowly overtime, he wore me down. He had an opinion about everything I did. And if I didn’t do it right, or by his standard, then he made small comments. Simple harmless jokes. Nothing that would stand out on its own as abusive.
Keep readingDouble Dog Dare
It rained when we visited – we hadn’t been prepared We dried off by her fireplace and tried not to stare The kids from the neighborhood said her eyes were like moons Her hair reached the floor and she spoke only in runes
Keep readingPiedmont, California
Piedmont’s status as a separate city from Oakland means its residents get to invest their wealth in themselves and in their schools, over and over again, creating a bubble economy for their entitled children to reap more and more privileges, all as a direct result of the exclusion, racism and classism that elevates them above…
Keep readingScratchywarm
Night time comes and I scoot into bed and little gnomes pull the covers over my head and scratch my skin til I’m warm
Keep readingTo my therapist-
It’s because my tail’s a mile from my head That I feel a sense of nervous dread When my head turns left while my tail stays straight Cuz it’s VERY hard to concentrate!
Keep readingIf you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
Shel Silverstein
THE RABID RABBIT 