Metamorphosis continues! MAY 24, 2015 / MEGDEDWARDS / EDIT An old post from 2015 that I can still stand by. It is true that I still have to edit that novel that I almost finished, but I was, to be honest, happily diverted when I found out how much I enjoyed playwriting! I decided to try playwriting because I … Continue reading Still changing, still growing, still writing..
Author: megdedwards
The Jew, the Fag ‘n the Hag
The Jew, the Fag n' the Hag. That's us. My husband, my youngest son and myself. I'm being 'semi-facetious' but these words do describe a demographic that we individually fit. We can't completely escape this reductionism because it is a part of what makes up our identities. My husband is Jewish, my son is trans … Continue reading The Jew, the Fag ‘n the Hag
Notes from March 2022
MARCH 2022 This winter we lost our main income, and we were banned from society, our local café, the local cinema, the empty local library, the deserted and always quiet art gallery. My office, which is found two levels underground on the Mount Allison campus (and is so isolated I don’t like to send young … Continue reading Notes from March 2022
Fasting from Muffins and Memes?
Facebook, Instagram, whatnot. It's fun, I suppose. You can keep in touch with friends and family! (or not, and then that's just hurtful) You can keep up with the news! (I am being sarcastic now) And, of course, you can watch endless short videos of meaningless drivel with the occasional cool or funny thing! My … Continue reading Fasting from Muffins and Memes?
Protecting my Child against Bullies
The world changed and all of a sudden we were living in a world of exclusion and discrimination.
On Work and Workers
February 2022 I am an excellent worker and a natural servant. And when I say ‘servant’ I mean I don’t mind being subservient. It does not break my spirit. I am comfortable taking orders and getting work done. I am able to work long hours. I never shirk, I never steal, I never lie. I … Continue reading On Work and Workers
It’s Just my Voice
Poetry is whatever you want it to be, voice calling, words singing, dreams talking. I don't care if you like it, I never wrote it for you. It's nothing. It's just my voice. It's possible that I only ever wrote for my parents, Critical, frustrated writers. It's all in good fun, hand slapping the sheets … Continue reading It’s Just my Voice
Still Born
A multitude of sins, of sorrows, Still Born. What Purpose? My Life. No Purpose. Of Course. I am clean, and full of love. I meant no harm. Glaciers calving, yes. With incremental, exponential effect. A billion eyes following a whale, and her child. Sustain this. Untenable.
Returning Home
An old poem floating about
Lies I tell to Myself
She starts to giggle and her head blurs as she leans over in laughter, looking back at the camera, her giggling silently intensifies until tears are streaming from her smiling eyes, crescents of sparkle, flashing green through her long eyelashes.
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 