PROSE. From the Journals of a Muse by Jeremiah Matthews Part IV

Once Shel’s words had time to fall upon my head and soak into my brain, the hunt for Flo was on. I assumed she would be at her desk preparing for this all-important meeting, but her empty chair readjusted my compass. She wasn’t making rounds with new Assignments or throwing her flirt at the new [...]

PROSE. From the Journals of a Muse by Jeremiah Matthews Part III

Once the Boss had laid the meeting time upon me, I glided slowly down the hall towards Poetry, unaware that my feet were moving. The lack of details had brought out the nail biter in me, especially since I knew Flo would spill whatever beans she had in her can as soon as I could [...]

POLITICAL PROS. Dear Obama by Lindsey Adams

I am gay. I am from the Bay Area. And I do not like the cold. About a year ago, I packed up my Volkswagen Jetta, bought chains that looked like the right size, mailed my absentee ballot, and drove to Reno. For you. Having missed the opportunity to travel to a more pivotal battleground [...]

PROSE. From the Journals of a Muse by Jeremiah Matthews Part II

Once, upon a first-time visit, a newer Muse was hit with a nasty dizzy spell while trying to absorb the bustling maze that is the Boss’s office. I remember when I walked in for the first time, I felt a sudden urge to add additional “Os” to the word “room” — the common four-letter word [...]

PROSE. From the Journals of a Muse by Jeremiah Matthews Part I

Once upon a time, in a far-away land isn’t what I do anymore. “Once upon a time” is just too easy; kid’s stuff, really, borrowed from writers who borrowed from older writers who borrowed from folklorists who stole from some of my earliest female clients. The comfort and originality of the phrase worked back then, [...]