My Cardboard Balcony

Plan For World Peace by Belinda Roddie What if cake and pie were actually the same thing?

Date And Time by Belinda Roddie It's gotten to the point that we crave Taco Tuesday the whole damn day and it's actually Wednesday to the point where Good Friday was actually Good Saturday, and Sunday was rainy, but Monday was sunny, so it fucking felt like it was Sunday. While the clock keeps ticking, the calendar takes a massive rip from its bong, smoke evacuating its mouth like frantic people fleeing from a plague. "This shit's way better than I thought it'd be," it loudly opines. And after a while, Julius will share a tea time with Augustus, and September and October will actually be numbered properly again, and Christmas will take place on Valentine's Day, and I don't know how old I am anymore.

Hobbit Lite by Belinda Roddie Lorri nibbled and nibbled all day. No entrees: just snacks.

Red Sheets by Arden Roddie i blow the candles out here comes the spin                                  and sparks                    and greyed hair and you, who has been there all these years you fall it's time oh no       it's time but NO i am not ready yet for you to go i plead for you to stay i know it won't be long but      just a few days longer is enough i plead            i plead                          i plead my plea is heard you rise from the floor              from your grave               from oblivion and here we are again     now both grey-haired and wrinkled and soft so soft   ...

Touché, Kurt Krauss by Belinda Roddie Did today's crossword puzzle really have to call me out?

Solving The Problem by Belinda Roddie Maybe we oughta take all the conspiracy theorists - the antivaxxers, flat earthers, inside nutjobs, and "Bill Gates created the coronavirus himself" wackos wearing tin foil hats on top of their MAGA caps - stap them onto a rocket, and launch them facefirst into the fucking moon. Hey: At least they couldn't argue that that moon landing was faked over stale Doritos and lukewarm Mountain Dew.

All For Me by Belinda Roddie The best pizza parties always have a whopping zero guests.