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

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

St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves – Georgiann Carlson

welcome
to St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
don’t mind the howling
it’s just a 101 class
that seems to be having trouble harmonizing
howling is an important part
of pack life
it’s one of the ways we communicate
body language
is another
those of us
who live at St. Lucy’s
really do run with wolves
we also hunt
and bring down prey
not other animals
of course
but men
who need to be taught a lesson
oh don’t fret
we only take the bad ones
wolves live in the school with us
they teach us
and care for us
we do the same in return
the best job at the school
is watching over our new brothers and sisters
the puppies are adorable
we often sleep among them
some of us
have learned to shape shift
it’s not that hard
once you get the hang of it
when we hunt
the men run
sometimes they scream
we can smell their fear
but against us
they don’t have a chance
just like the women they hunt
the girls at St. Lucy’s
provide a public service
and we’re very proud
of the work we do

not one man
has ever gotten away


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

Down a Dark Hallway – Georgiann Carlson

she entered the abandoned church
and the screaming began immediately
it was accompanied by moaning
and wailing
then begging
and every now and then
fear washed over her
so much pain and suffering
lived inside the walls and floors
lies bled red
running in narrow rivulets down the walls
greed rotted the wood
pictures of torture and rape
flashed across the floor
and crawled over the ceilings
priests
in their dirty ghostly garments
drifted through the hallway
thirty pieces
of silver in their hands
the faces of the children they had destroyed
ran up and down their robes
as their victims stood in silence
horror in their eyes
their mouths open in a silent scream
the echo’s of false sermons
rang loud and clear
rushing back and forth
looking for fearful ears
to infect

she looked at her notepad
checked what she had written
then said

“It’s a hell hole, like all the others. Torch it.”

The healing flames went up. The crew waited, then they destroyed the ashes, making sure that no religious infection could ever escape.


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

The Witching Hour – Georgiann Carlson

every night
at the witching hour
women everywhere stop
and listen
they close their eyes
and reach for the heartbeat
of their sisters
and of those who went before
witches are their most dangerous
at midnight
that’s when the lightning runs through them
reminding them
of who they are
reminding them of the flames
of the Burning Times
reminding them
of revenge


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

Frankenstein – Georgiann Carlson

Frankenstein was
patched together
from the best
parts of all the men
she had ever dated
he was the perfect man
kind
generous
gentle
attentive
funny
intelligent
and loyal
she knew she had done
a pretty good job
making him
all that was left
was a bit of
plastic surgery
and then
maybe
they would get
a dog


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