Author: Kate Louise
It’s Game-Time: Democratic Debate “Power Hour” (Wednesday night edition)
“Democratic Debate: A Drinking Game” By me, for you. Enjoy responsibility. (Wednesday Night Edition) Directions: Turn on debate (NBC/MSNBC) at 8pm central time. You’ll need two clean shot glasses, 1 pint of liquor and at least 4 beers. I suggest having a back up beer in a koozie ready to go at all times. Rules: […]
Read more "It’s Game-Time: Democratic Debate “Power Hour” (Wednesday night edition)"The Drive
I drove my mother’s car; A manual transmission, 1989 deep-purple Volvo station-wagon. I’ve been driving for ten miles. The kind of miles that take forever because you’re on a two-lane county road with frequent and unnecessary stop-lights for the majority of them. Trisha sat passenger. She knew this wouldn’t be a short drive. Through trail […]
Read more "The Drive"Acceptance
How do I comprehend Love Gifted by someone so beyond my worth; And yet you deem me worthy. Now worth is what I see.
Read more "Acceptance"Yet He Remains
Cracked knees Crooked heart Black lungs Bruised Start Broken teeth Weighted feet …Yet he remains in love with me.
Read more "Yet He Remains"Two Pair
My Passion and Your Intensity (what a truly, unfortunate duo)
Read more "Two Pair"Happy Days
Happy days happen so quickly and keep on coming; Repeating one by one and then another. Life was more simple when I had them numbered.
Read more "Happy Days"The Poster Cat
I vaguely remember the pursuit of perfection. Long before my thoughts ran amok and lined up in a shared obsession. I think it started around freshman year. My English teacher had a poster behind her desk of a tabby cat clinging by it’s paws to a rope. Written below the cat read the pun, “Hang […]
Read more "The Poster Cat"Explode
I am stagnant. My pen hovers over paper for an eternity of minutes, before I decide to write this poorly written sentence. I am stuck. I am stuck in mind, in-paper, in-making, in-thought, In-Life. It’s nonsense. I’m nonsense. Everything is a bullet to me and I dodge bullets. I should let them hit me, or pass me […]
Read more "Explode"Shape Shifter
It all started when I forgot Math. The test before me seemed like a jungle of numbers I could not comprehend. And my hands… My hands were no longer my hands. The scales that formed upon them couldn’t weigh a single grain of sand. Answers seemed like a quest in a foreign place I learned […]
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Drinking and Diving 