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

Featured Post: Juliet Takes a Breath – Georgiann Carlson

Juliet takes a breath
and stops listening to
her own heartbeat
and instead
listens to the world
fall apart
freedom
is gone
America
is on Her knees
the world
is in free fall
everything is
dying
men hunt us
they want to control
our bodies
she wants to
warn other women
to stay still
to not turn on
the lights
to trust no one
and remember
to keep their
guns loaded
and their
knives sharp
then join
their sisters
and take
back the
fucking
NIGHT
and their
own
LIVES


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

Featured Post: The Space Between Us – Georgiann Carlson

the space between us
is filled with static
and words lost in the mist
heartbeats flung into the ether
hoping to hit their mark
thoughts and longing
wandering here and there
never landing
always searching
love torn apart
ripped
from our entwined fingers
without our permission
stolen
because death
doesn’t ask
it just takes
what it wants
I can’t find a way
to breach
the space between us
but
I’ll never stop looking


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

Featured Post: Kissing the Witch – Georgiann Carlson

you will only find her
if she wants to be found
she can melt into
Nature
faster
than your eye
can see
she can make you
follow her
worship her
she can
make you her slave
Kissing the Witch
can cost you
your life
but it can also
make you happy
to just
hand it over


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