Stories Poems Essays

On Saturday

I briefly had a crush on the doctor who administered my vaccine. It was the elixir of biceps and hope.

I was every fig on every fig tree. Those reckless writers warned the man and the woman not to eat me

Never forget the terrible speed of birds skirting on top of green water. The earth’s rotation unseen through sunglasses.

The world shut down, and theatres went dark. We left everything ready for the next rehearsal, the set meticulously dressed.

Pink sweaters sometimes bring strange weather here. Normativity is a macho badge, I am a growing symbol of myself.

Behind me like a waterfall, parting: for one moment, I glimpsed you beneath the lies and the masks and the violence.

The repetitiveness was mind-crushing. The cruise-lines he followed all day seemed like a prison.

In harmony, in love
Though all things end
Even if it’s lightning in a bottle

Explore the words and worlds of those voices deemed too unruly. The term ‘Crazy’ undermines radical thought.