My Best Drinking Buddies Have Joined AA
My best drinking buddies have joined AA,
given up the bottle, sobered up, gotten on the wagon
without falling off.
Cruelest Curse
Cruelest Curse
Poem About My Mother
When the Fascists Come
The Government is Lying to You and Trying to Kill You (or, I Tried to Write an Aubade but Wrote This Instead)
If the government doesn’t kill me
I’ll choke on my own bile
Alone, forsaken, reviled.
ICE is Not Nice / Make Them Go Away
Fascism is Not Fun
To Be or Not to Be a Mother—Elizabeth Goes to the Theater
Two plays—one looking to the past, and the other to the future—descry the plights of former and potential mothers, respectively.
Deep Exhaustion
Thinking About Bipolar Rage After Watching “Angry Elephants Attack Animals, Wildly and Savagely Taking Over” on YouTube
Rejection Refuse
The World Is Depressed (Not Me), Part 2
The World Is Depressed (Not Me)
Recipe for Conspiracy Theories
Ode/Apologia to/for My Body
Just Another Bad Habit
Kinkster Pride—Elizabeth Borrows a Book from the Library
Young children do not care about and are not interested in the sex lives of adults.
Bars vs. Bullets—Elizabeth Goes to the Theater
Maybe a spoof called “The Choir of Non-Binary, Fluid, Ambiguous, and Polymorphously Adventurous”?
Murder and Mommy Issues—Elizabeth Binge-Watches Killing Eve
Are my Mommy Issues unique to me and a small subset of women, or are they the result of sexist expectations, rigid gender roles, coercive conformity?
The first chapter of an in-progress novel.
“The voice began on a Tuesday morning while Monte Walsh was standing in his kitchen, holding an unopened package of bacon over the garbage can.”