Hatching
We’re taught we’re little bugs, newly hatched spiders, expected to feed on one another until those who have the real power squash us like the bugs we are. Time to Continue Reading →
ONTYRE PASSAGES: Fantasy is reality and lives find purpose.
We’re taught we’re little bugs, newly hatched spiders, expected to feed on one another until those who have the real power squash us like the bugs we are. Time to Continue Reading →
Cornered. Cowering. Darkness near… no child deserves to hurt and fear. Targeted. Abused. Our future cries, discarded, impoverished, denied. ©March 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne
The distribution of youth burns as uncomfortable truth, one part sent to fight other’s bets another condemned to lifelong debt, one part in institutional incarceration another indentured poverty across the Continue Reading →
*It’s four years since I wrote a short story and was more than a little astonished when this story leaped into my mind. For those who are returning after reading Continue Reading →
The girl paused at the entrance, a hand resting against the wall and eyes surveying the broken panes, cracked floor, and dust coated counters where tiny prints crisscrossed the elevated Continue Reading →
Burning roses, fragrant pain, the same violence again and again. Hollow raindrops spill their tears, smoking eyes where hatred sears. Irrationality, lightening fast, testimonial demons laugh in contrast. Wrestling Continue Reading →