September 8, 2021
Tag: Catherine Babbitt
June 25, 2021
INSANITY IS RELATIVE
Who's to blame? The preverbal switch-a-roo, so to say. I like to think that it's others, but it's usually me.
June 18, 2021
BURNT AIR
Burnt air tastes of ash and smoke. Specks of lined paper rise up on a sweeping current into the sky.
June 9, 2021
BAITED HOOK, FLYING
The boy's spine curled forward, similar to a shaved orange peel, though he clearly wasn't an orange.
October 31, 2015
WICKED, WICKED NIGHT
Masks and frightening costumes, scaring friend and stranger alike. Stringed glow sticks, bulbous spiders, spindly legs, warped goblin heads, rotten teeth, foul breath.
October 28, 2015
ANCHORING LIFE
A life filled with living creates many memories, sometimes not so readily remembered, at least not all that accurately. When I was a small child, I started a journal, my attempt at anchoring my life, though I know I wouldn't have called it that then.
October 28, 2015
