Written by C Hues
December 17, 2022
My Cat’s Lunch
Written by C Hues
December 15, 2022
I just bought a cat. Then, I bought a bird at 12. Now my cat has lunch.
My Cat’s Lunch
11:59 P.M.
Written by C Hues
December 13, 2022
11:59 is the very best time. How I love the dread of getting through the day, everything’s going well and then, that last minute— like a spider, spinning down that has caught some prey unaware— realizing that you forgot that paper is due next minute, or your love sends a text, “It’s over.” Right before the clock strikes 12 A.M. That’s two days ruined.
11:59 P.M.
KARMA
Written by C Hues
December 11, 2022
The catcher caught the dog caught the cat caught the bird caught the big fish caught the small fish. The small fish was eaten by the big fish was eaten by the bird was eaten by the cat was eaten by the dog was killed by the catcher because he took him to the pound. The catcher is a human. The human went home and ate a small fish. The human choked on the small fish and died. The end.
KARMA
LIES END NOW
Written by C Hues
December 9, 2022
When John Punch was captured and discerned to be different, we knew it was the beginning of
LIES,
And now we are taught that colonization was the start of America and Imperialism is its
END.
But here we are, our bodies have been broken, beaten, brought, bought—not our own, and
NOW
We cannot walk in the world without war waged on women. But this was the beginning of
LIES
that erased our religions, histories, cultures—and made them singular. Celia put her master to his
END
to stop his rape, and for it she was hanged. Tubman led the way to freedom so that
NOW
we wouldn’t live the same Nightmare that Malcolm preached about, yet here
LIES
Cousin, Son, Brother, Nephew, Grandson. I hope they know that though their lives are at an
END,
their history is just beginning. Your memory will never die because you live with us
NOW
And forever.
LIES END NOW
BAND
Written by C Hues
December 5, 2022
“Your kids will love these instruments and learn devotion.” I knew one kid who threw his flute into the ocean. The lies they pushed to our parents should’ve been a crime. Our fingers failed us in Double Time. The great band leaders with greater stares Is this Band or Musical Chairs? “You’re down a seat—you missed a beat. This isn’t Marching—don’t tap your feet!” All this and what to show 1st place for the 500th time in a row At the same concert in Florida, Virginia, whatever. Thanks for making me hate band better.