The Green Room

Why must I be your prisoner, locked in the pistachio green room all day? I have given you perfect love and constant, faithful loyalty I speak your name every day, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but you order me to shut up. I devour your daily tuna fare and brazenly beg for more. You are held in motherly high esteem, yet, here I am, locked in the square green room. The days can be hollow and lonely. IfRead more

Dignity and Shame

Hello Royal Subjects! It’s your lovely Queen! Yes, I am lovely. The human constantly calls me “pretty girl,” but I snub my nose at that moniker. I am not and will never be a peasant in a short dress and leather boots. I have my dignity, you know. Ummmm…well, never mind. You know, there areĀ  times when a Queen has to let go and show belly. To show she’s humble and one with her people. And trap the human intoRead more