About the Author:
I hate doing the about me. I mean, is it really important? Do you really care who I am as a person? Even if you did I can't give you an accurate picture with only a few words in this column. I prefer to think I am much too complicated to be described accurately this way. Of course I could be wrong. You could say I'm in a transition period. Although, I would prefer to think that I have always been the same me, I cannot deny that everything we experience effects who we are to a certain extent, and I have had a rough few years recently on the emotional front. I guess I should consider myself lucky. I once said as a young person that I would rather life be hard than boring, and as it turns out, I have thus far fufilled that wish. Through it all, my love for my family is unconditional and infinite. "I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile, I will not say I'm all right for you when all that I wanted was to be good, and do everything in truth." --Martha Wainwright Here's to doing everything in truth. *raises glass, then downs contents in their entirety* *author looks for a bigger, more encompasing closet* When it comes to truth, it has been my experience that there are more blurred lines than specifically designated boundaries, and even then not many people avoid containing themselves.

Poetry by Heather Malloy

Town Square

Madmen screaming,
"God is alive! God is alive!"
All the women step aside
Weary of their compliance
I prompt time to rewind
Eve speaks up instead
After serpent cleverness
Tells her father
"Fuck you. I'm grown now.
I will not be an object of
Your blame anymore."
Adolescent Eve
Slams the door
On centuries of
Burden baring.


                               --Heather Malloy


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