Carolyn Myers.

by Carolyn Myers   Greetings!  My name is The-Resa Thesaurus, daughter of Rodg-it, who wrote the famous one.  In his final moments, my illustrious (THESAURUS: memorable, well-known, famous) father called me to his deathbed and assigned my destiny:  “The-Resa,” said he, “English is a sacred language, though debased from below by gutter … [Read more...] about The Goddess Subjugates English

by Carolyn Myers   DES to HRT Synthetic estrogen and me Hormone replacement therapy Can help come pharmaceutically? The year is 1949, my mother isn't feeling fine so she goes to the clinic to check on her uterus and what's in it, and it's me, a baby, but my mother is almost 43. And she starts to cry cause it's such a surprise, But the … [Read more...] about HRT from HER

Art in the Trenches   TWO VERY YOUNG SOLDIERS SIT IN A TRENCH ON A BATTLEFIELD. THEY ARE CLUTCHING CANTEENS.  THEY ARE VERY SCARED.   CLAY:  Fuck.   DAVE:  Fuck.   PAUSE   CLAY:  Dave, is there anyone else here?   DAVE:  No one we want to see, Clay.   CLAY:  Are we … [Read more...] about Art in the Trenches

  by Carolyn Myers     The Japanese hitchhiker smiled, unconcerned.  Inexperienced with funky cars or states the size of California, he could not imagine the day ahead.  But I had felt the engine thunk as much as heard it, and I recognized the diagnosis in my bones.  This was the cardiac arrest, the stroke, the grand mal of engine … [Read more...] about Big Road, Bad Cars

  by Carolyn Myers   INNER PEACE   THE MEDITATION STUDENTS ENTER AND SIT IN AN ARC FACING THE AUDIENCE.  THEY ARE VERY STILL AND VERY SERIOUS. THEY ARE THE MOST ADVANCED.   THE TEACHER FLOATS TO THE MIDDLE OF THE ARC, AND PLACES A BIG BOUQUET OF FLOWERS WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE THEM.   TEACHER:  (ADDRESSES HER STUDENTS, … [Read more...] about Inner Peace