The Door from Which I Waited

The door from which I sat on the other side The door from which I waited to be loved The door from where I looked at you All of you with longing green eyes I verbally begged you Please turn the handle of the door and take me home Love me Feed me Rescue me from the green walls and the barrier of wood and glass You kept walking by I kept pleading Then… SHE walked up to the doorRead more

The Identity of Mary J

“In the social jungle of human existence, there is no feeling of being alive without a sense of identity.” ~Erik Erikson~ What is your identity? Do you have a definition of who you are? Are you a unique individual with purple hair and a nose ring or a combination of your parents and life-long experiences? I’m not sure what to say about myself. I’ve been pondering my own identity of late and what that might look like in print. I’llRead more

The Expectation Play

Setting the Opening Scene It is 5:06 am in a darkened bedroom filled with two dressers, an enormous, framed print on the wall, a gray-striped feline (hereafter referred to as Queenie) in a wicker basket, and a female human curled up under the green-striped flannel sheets of a queen-sized bed. The beginning light of dawn filters through the thin cracks of the tan blinds and the bottom open portion of the window, where a gray feline male (referred to asRead more