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My Inner Comedienne’s Death by Budget

I find my Inner Comedienne laid out in mortuary fashion atop my toothbrush, holding a sad plastic lily in her hands. Each of her closed eyelids is painted with a comedic “x”, by which I deduce she is either sleeping or dead. It’s late, and, to be quite honest, I haven’t seen her […]

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The Cold Side of the Pillow

I wake to find HH firmly buried under his pillow. Before you ask, I must assure you I did NOT place it over his face, on account of him being worth much more to me alive than dead. “Babe,” I ask, “you ok?” He mutters something unintelligible, but […]

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No Means No

She said no, But he saw red. With blood in his eye He forced her to bed… Closing his eyes, He drifted to sleep. She lay awake, Refusing to weep. Hearing him snore, She aimed for his head. Her sheets were white, But they saw red. Mother Hen Admittedly, […]

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Dogs and the Need to Breed

As much as I love animals, I am no bleeding heart. In fact, I reckon I’m pretty pragmatic. This is the same woman who has had to scalpel the heads off two chicks this breeding season on account of birth defects too severe to allow any quality of life… […]

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Sunset 9 October 2016

 “A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the […]