• Living, Broken.

    Living, Broken.

    Now At Liberty

    Little white love, your way you’ve taken;
    Now I am left alone, alone.
    Little white love, my heart’s forsaken.
    (Whom shall I get by telephone?)
    Well do I know there’s no returning;
    Once you go out, it’s done, it’s done.
    All of my days are gray with yearning.
    (Nevertheless, a girl needs fun.)

    Little white love, perplexed and weary,
    Sadly your banner fluttered down.
    Sullen the days, and dreary, dreary.
    (Which of the boys is still in town?)
    Radiant and sure, you came a-flying;
    Puzzled, you left on lagging feet.
    Slow in my breast, my heart is dying.
    (Nevertheless, a girl must eat.)

    Little white love, I hailed you gladly;
    Now I must wave you out of sight.
    Ah, but you used me badly, badly.
    (Who’d like to take me out tonight?)
    All of the blundering words I’ve spoken,
    Little white love, forgive, forgive.
    Once you went out, my heart fell, broken.
    (Nevertheless, a girl must live.)

    wit by dorothy parker
    legs thru lens by me

  • Shame

    Shame

    Th’expense of spirit in a waste of shame
    Is lust in action; and till action, lust
    Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame,
    Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
    Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
    Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
    Past reason hated as a swallowed bait,
    On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
    Mad in pursuit, and in possession so,
    Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
    A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
    Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
    All this the world well knows, yet none knows well
    To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

    words by william s.
    flesh by my parents
    photo by me

  • A Fit Woman to Be Removed

    So, it opens tomorrow. Well, preview is tomorrow. I’m a bit terrified, to be perfectly honest. But it will be what it will be. And at least it will be out of my mind, body and mouth and into the world. I’ve been researching and writing this show for the last two years. Two years of reading about horrible horrible things done to women, men and children in the name of “mental health.” The only thing I hope that might come from this is that you might walk out thinking a little differently about the bag lady at the bus stop that talks to herself. And maybe next time you see her, you’ll actually look into her eyes instead of turning yours away.

    AGNES
    They call her retard, idiot, cripple, feeb, tardo, fucktard, animal, shit stain, moron, freak…

    Children are humane in their cruelty. It is open and honest.
    Children make fun of the girl with bad clothes, the girl that doesn’t get a bath, the girl who doesn’t have food in her satchel.
    Most adults are disgusted by the weak, the sick. They turn their eyes away and look into the pretty parts of themselves so that they don’t have to allow it in. They hide it away so it won’t spread to them.

    from “A Fit Woman to Be Removed” by Charlesanne Rabensburg

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