The Haunted Saucepan – Georgiann Carlson

the sauce pan simply
refused to do it’s job
she bought it
because she liked
the color
but every time
she tried to use it
no matter what
ingredients
she put into it
she always got
the same results
she tried to make
a thick hearty
vegetarian stew
dicing vegetables
all morning long
but hours later
when she removed the lid
all she saw were
tiny
greedy
power hungry
sexist
little white guys
floating in blood
she told her friends
about her sauce pan
and the bloody
little white guys
and they all said
the very same thing

where can we get one?


I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life

Deconstructing “Romeo and Juliet” part 2 – Saarah Choudhury

“In the opening scene, Gregory and Sampson, from Juliet’s household, discuss their hatred of the Montegues (Romeo’s household).
Sampson declares he will rape all the virgin girls of the “enemy camp” because they are so weak.
This is all talk, but as we see throughout the play, most characters (other than Romeo, Juliet and their supporters) proudly perform acts of violence.
If you’re defined by gratuitous violence in public, then you don’t suddenly stop being violent behind closed doors.
Yet, as ever, we just want to watch the play and simultaneously victimise, and blame, Romeo and Juliet, as though they were responsible for the chaos, instead of being by-products of it. . .”


Poet. World traveller. Moved from England to Cambodia. Might stay there. Not sure.

You can read more of Saarah’s writing at eastwest_nomad 

The Woman in Black – Georgiann Carlson

she always wore black
always
she said she did it
to mourn for all the
pain and suffering
women were forced
to face in their lives
all the torture and misery
caused by men
and patriarchal society
she kept her eyes closed
for long periods of time
she said she couldn’t look
not any more
broken bodies
broken hearts
broken children
when the solution
was so simple
all men had to do
was stop being violent
she said that
she had been gone
for many years
killed by a man’s fists
but as she was dying
she vowed
to roam the earth
for as long as the violence
continued
on Halloween
she became real
and let her vengeance
run free
she said that on that day
her eyes
were wide open
and she was very
very hungry


I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life

Sharp Objects – Georgiann Carlson

because she had power
men saw her as a threat
they said she was dangerous
so she ran
never staying in one place
for any length of time
she tried to be invisible
to make herself small
so she wouldn’t be noticed
so she wouldn’t have to speak
but she was quite for so long
that words started sticking
in her throat
and when she finally
coughed them up
they were
sharp objects
that pierced
the hearts of men
and forced them see
the damage they had done


I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life

Bewitched – Robert G. Wertzler

I did not meet the witches
On the road from a battle
But in a different world
A world between the wires
They had no eyes of newts
Or toes of frogs and such
They had words burning
On pages, and with poems
They cast their spells
Spells of truth and life
Of pain and love
Of survival against the odds
Such spells they cast
That I fell under
I am thoroughly bewitched
Hoping never to be freed


Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”

Unhinged – Jamie Lynn Martin

Breaking my silence was never meant to be a scarlet letter seamed within my skin.
Unhinging this decrepit restraint you once twisted into my jaw,
unleashing the muffled sounds of your name.
Your deeds will no longer be my cross to bear, leaving me blindfolded,
bracing for the crossfire you so ferociously shared.
Once you were the keeper of my soul,
but I forbid you from wearing my fear as your badge.
I will write your voice beneath this memory,
and may they both burn just the same.


The writing of Indie Author, Jamie Lynn Martin, is as raw and diverse as the culture of her hometown, New Orleans, La. At age 7, Jamie began writing as a therapeutic outlet to express the emotions locked within. Even now she turns to ink for self-medicating. In addition to Jamie’s upcoming debut book of poetry and prose, her words have been featured in Cult Magazine, the We Will Not Be Silenced Anthology, and all across social media.

You can read more of Jamie Lynn’s writing on Facebook and Instagram

Conditional Freedom – Pallavi

The woman in black
clad toe to head
being ridiculed for her decision
to practice something we don’t understand
her identity reduced to the cloth around her body
prejudiced as orthodox and primitive
We don’t see behind that veil
that maybe it’s her choice
that maybe the woman in her hasn’t failed
For, she has a mind which’s as scholarly
and fights for equality as valiantly
she’s just like you and me
living life a little differently
Why’s her choice wrong?
only because it doesn’t fit our box?
Her choice to wear a burqa or hijab is no different than mine to wear a skirt or bikini
Remember, freedom is free;
and if granted with conditions, just as much a hypocrisy.

Photo by Samuel Silitonga from Pexels


Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing (absolutely, first love it remains), reading (with or without coffee), working out (with my husband as my buddy).

You can read more of my writing at Curating Thoughts