Blocked on Twitter by a Madman: Ken Ham’s Mission to Dumb Down America

The Dumbing Down Of America So originally, I was going to talk about President Pumpkin – and it had words, the best words and the best title of all titles – but then something wonderful happened. Not as wonderful as the orange-in-chief getting what he deserves in America but damn close and it made my …

We Need to Talk About Guns (And, Yes, Now’s the Time)

We don’t need to ban all guns. For most Americans, the banning of AR 15s and the like would suffice along with universal background checks, a ban on private sales, mandatory classes and registration. We want to make it harder for those who shouldn’t have guns to get guns. Good, lawful people would still have their precious arms and kids and churchgoers and concert lovers wouldn’t be in the crosshairs of some asshole gunman

Anxiety Spontaneous Combustion & Madness

By Shareen Mansfield Madness I tell you Losing it spontaneous combustion counting the ways anxious fearful afraid, agitated, annoyed, apprehensive, basket case, bothered, concerned, distressed, disturbed, edgy, excitable, fidgety, fitful, flustered, fussy*, hesitant, high-strung, hysterical, irritable, jittery, jumpy, nervy, neurotic, on edge, overwrought, querulous, restive, ruffled, sensitive, shaky*, shrinking, shy, skittish, snappish, solicitous, spooked, taut, …

Go Ahead Call Me Crazy At Your Own Peril

By Meghan Sara What Does Crazy Even Mean Anymore? Crazy: I hate the word. What does it even MEAN? Madness? Lunacy? Mentally ill? …Quirky? Unpredictable? Unpopular? I hate it so much I feel like I’m being driven to madness! “Crazy ” has gotten so diluted in our world that it’s basically the catch-all term for …

Body Image: Why I Dislike the Big is Beautiful Trend

When it comes to self-respect, big shouldn’t ever be part of the equation. Nor should small, because it works both ways. We can say big is beautiful, or skinny is sexy. In either case, we are judging by appearances. It all comes down to this:  Weight does not equal worth.

Meet Drew Sheldon Special Guest Author

Drew Sheldon is an upstart and rabble rouser for equal rights. This left-leaning ally is never satisfied with the status quo because the status quo doesn’t measure up. He steps on the status quo daily, thumbs his nose at it and deigns to do better, because the world deserves better and Drew is a fan …

Dear Self

Their darkness is not yours. You were formed in light. And any darkness you see is only evil trying to dim your light. Don’t let it.
Remember, or if you’ve never known, believe me now. You are brave. You are strong. You are kind and compassionate. You are beautiful.

Full Metal Boyfriend

By Meghan Sara As I get older and older (and older, and older) every day, I’m more and more worried about dying alone. Enter sex robots. The controversy around sex robots has largely centered around cishet men, probably because society assumes they’d be the first ones in line to buy a realistic, GGG “real girl” …

In Union There is Strength

By Gale Acuff In Sunday School today Miss Hooker said and she’s my teacher and I love her and want to make her my wife one day when I’m older, I’m only 10, she’s 25, but I can wait until I’m 16 if she can and she’d better because I’ve been praying every night for …

A Love Note to OTV

By Jillian Green DiGiacomo Dear OTV Magazine, Thank you.  Thank you for your wisdom. Thank you for your vision. Thank you for the unique space you have carved out in the online universe that lets writers shine. Thank you for providing a rich destination for readers who are guaranteed to be moved, challenged, delighted, surprised …

Past and Present

By CL Bluestein Love Letters – Past and Present I know right where they are. Letters from our engagement year, tied with white satin ribbon, in the corner of my TV cabinet. Never re-read. Touched only to be transferred from my mother’s house to the home we shared, then to where they sit now. I’d …

A Love Letter to My Regrets

By Abbie Williams   The easier I assume a thing will be, the more difficult it usually proves; isn’t that just like life? The obvious recipients of a love letter – my daughters, my husband, my dear, inimitable grandma, Ruthann – were the central focus of my first attempts. I soon realized the intensity of …

Kevin’s Mother and the Pedophile: Protecting Children from Sexual Abused

Guest Post by Alexandria Constantinova Szeman @Alexandria_SZ “Oh, my god, I am so angry at Walmart,” said my University colleague — Kevin’s mother — one day. “They had photos of Registered Sex Offenders on their bulletin board in the main entrance.” “Why are you mad at Walmart?” I said. “One of the registered sex offenders …

Your Nightmare is My Dream: A Love Letter to Elm Street

By Will Van Stone, Jr. A LOVE LETTER TO ELM STREET Thanks to the imprisonment and eventual decapitation of a certain Christian saint with a propensity for love letters, February has gained a reputation for expressing love; in honor of those blood-splattered origins, what better way to celebrate than to share my love for what …

F*ck Your Guns, Don’t Tell Us We Can’t Be Angry

I have had enough of the shallow condolences of spineless politicians, parading their thoughts and prayers for the country to see, yet who do nothing to effect change and protect our children. These men and women prostitute themselves to the gun industry for millions of dollars so that they can sit comfortably in their ivory towers while sacrificing the safety of our priceless children, only to enrich the gun lobby

King Of Hearts! A Love Letter To My Dad

#ArchiveDay You are ever present in everything I do.
I remember you driving us to school because we hadn’t learned to drive yet. You saw me panic. You could read it on my face.
You taught me to pray.
You said, “God is not worried about what language you speak, or if it is from a holy book. Talk to God. He will hear you.”

Love Message from the Other Side

By Elaine Mansfield   “Go to bed,” I told myself. “You need to sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day.” My mind was blurry and jumpy, on the edge of dizzy. I needed stamina and a clear head for my TEDx talk dress rehearsal the next morning. I’d been practicing alone and with friends for months, but still …

Hello, I Must Be Going

Welcome to the month of love, OTV readers and writers new and old!   As you can see, we have a brand new look and style—new year, new you!—which is why you didn’t hear from us as much as usual in January as we were gearing up for the reveal. This exciting new direction comes …

Meet Aaminah Shakur- Senior Poetry Editor & Regular Contributor

  Aaminah Shakur Our Poetry Editor & Writer In Residence Aaminah Shakur is a multiracial/multicultural queer crip artist, poet, art historian, and culture critic. They write about intersectional life, including disability/chronic illness, race, gender, sexuality, trauma, and of course, art. Where It All Began Aaminah Shakur began contributing to OTV as a poet, served as …

Meet Shareen Mansfield OTV Magazine’s Creator & Mad Genius

  The Boss Bitch In Charge Shareen Ayoub  Mansfield is a veritable font of information, compassion, and attitude. She is a  first generation, American of Arab descent. Widely known as both an airhead and genius. She is a   Jill-of-all-trades resulting from her Lebanese heritage plus compulsion to learn everything once and learn it correctly. She …

Fear and Ice

By Glenn A. Bruce Snow fell—lightly at first, then heavier. By nightfall, billions of tiny flakes were coming down like a single, connected mass—a three-dimensional bedsheet of white terror that stretched out as far as Georgia Fontaine could see, blending into a horizon she could only imagine existed at the edge of her small world. …

Doin’ Time

By Meghan Sara You know what they say, “Time Heals All Wounds”? Actually, my fave John Lennon said “Time Wounds All Heels,” and not only does that make me giggle, but I’ve been a bit of a heel lately. Dear friends, I’ve been keeping a secret (badly) from you. Near the end of 2017, my …

The Geese and The Light

By Roger Sippl   The Geese   The Canadian geese are getting booed by locals and tourists from Montauk to Queens because of the meaning that flies overhead— summer is now over. It’s the week when the children’s camps all along the East Coast have come to an end, but school hasn’t started yet, and …

A Lifetime

By C.L. Bluestein She lived in the ivy-covered house at the end of the lane that was built by her grandfather. It had been her home for her whole life. Every nook and cranny reminded her of someone, something, or some time. It made her feel timeless. One foot in the now and the other in …

Song of the Self and Asides

By Matthew Harrison   Song of the Self   I come into being in a flurry of attention afterwards gradually learning to look after myself and find my own way in life coasting the middle years even enjoying quite a bit of it and accumulating some wealth and experience and offspring along the way without …

Time Passages

Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, And down he run, Hickory, dickory, dock. ~Mother Goose, Hickory Dickory Dock From the age that I first heard and understood the nursery rhyme Hickory Dickory Dock, I have been fascinated by the concept of time.  An insomniac even as an elementary …

#HabitualHaiku Round-up: December Edition

By James W. Gaynor   #HabitualHaiku for a Digital Age I start my writing day by creating a haiku based on the content of both a sentence and the title of the article in which it appears in the New York Times —  giving the classic syllabic pattern of 5 / 7 / 5 a slant tailored to my …

Life Goes On

  One of my favorite musicals is Fiddler on the Roof. In the opening sequence, the villagers of Anatevka tell of their traditions and the roles each member plays within them. As the story unfolds, Tevye struggles to accept the fact that his daughters are growing up and growing away from him as they break …

Star Poems by Joseph Murphy

By Joseph Murphy   The Star I’d never met another on that steep hill’s summit. Wild flowers grew as they would Along a country lane: sunset Highlighting petals. I stood on jagged rock, vastness Of skyline and bay below. A star appeared through sheer clouds: that instant The past seemed no more Than an empty …

Christmas Breakfast

By Mike Raven   An annual tradition for me at this time of year is the Christmas breakfast. Every year, I have breakfast at my parents on Christmas Day. Rather than having a big turkey dinner as most people have as their traditional meal, my parents always went for a large and impressive breakfast in …

Love, Safety and Unity: an American Dream Forgotten

By Raymond Mitchell   My sister called Monday evening.  We had already had a Happy Thanksgiving call, but she just wanted to talk.  As we were chatting, we began recalling Christmas in the early 40’s when we lived with my grandparents. My parents were a little crazy about Christmas.  The tree was standing in the …

Homemade Holidays, a Family Tradition

“Happy families are all alike. But every poor family is creative in its own way,” is not something Leo Tolstoy wrote because the Russian author’s mother was a princess, his father a count, and he was born on their aristocratic estate in Tula Province of Russia and waited on by servants. Unfortunately, Tolstoy never visited …

How to Make Traditions Work for You

We are at a crossroads in time, when communities seem divided amongst multiple fault lines. The world is fraught with tension, as if we are at a point when humans are more aware of difference than what we have in common. It is true that traditions often provide a map of who we are, but they are not set in stone. I’d hope that we find a way to reject both inflexibility and homogenisation.

Christmas Carol Countdown with #HaikuJim

By James W. Gaynor   10. Re: what fun it is in a one-horse open sleigh. I have no idea. 9. A drum solo — not the best gift for a newborn. Just ask his mother. 8. All the singing makes “Silent Night” more than a bit Contradictory. 7. Of course the snowman is jolly …

Christmas Cards, the Lost Tradition

By Louis K. Launer It all started going back to high school. At the time, there were many people who I knew outside of my hometown of St. Charles, Missouri. There were contacts I had made when I was working one summer with a local historian on a project that carried over into my senior …

Come Together, Right Now

If you saw me walking down the street, all 5’8″ of me, bedecked in every color of the rainbow, half-bleached punk hair dangling down the back of my furry baby blue jacket, tattoos on display, the first word that springs to your mind probably wouldn’t be “TRADITIONAL.” Traditions are a link to the past. Repeating …

Something Old, Something New…Finding Balance with Traditions

As a kid growing up in western Connecticut, there was no holiday tradition I more joyfully ridiculed than the WPIX (Channel 11) “Yule Log”.   For those of you who have never had the pleasure, this was a NYC station that played a continuous loop shot of a yule log burning in a fireplace accompanied by …

Our First Meal

By Alexis Kent The mountain air had not yet submitted to spring, so we left our cottage on foot layered in sleeves, fleece vests, and scarves. We shared the narrow black concrete road with vehicles, although none came as we walked. We trudged along, my father, mother, sister, and I, descending a small hill then …

#HabitualHaiku Round-Up with #HaikuJim

By James W. Gaynor   In the early 80s, I experienced a somewhat predictable, spiritually deracinated-Westerner, child-of-the-60s fascination with Zen Buddhism. One of the things I came to love about entering the austere and beautiful world that embraces both Zen monks and their militaristic Samurai counterparts is that, yes, you’re supposed to be able to …

It’s the Most Flavorful Time of the Year!

By Lisa A. Listwa   It’s that time of year again… The time of year, from late October through early January, when everything is all about the food. OK, let’s be honest; it’s really all about the food pretty much all year. But there’s a hefty concentration of holidays, festivals, and celebrations in the fall …

Recalling the Feast

By Gretchen M. Michelfeld I firmly remember the Wednesday evening eggnog. Did we actually transport all of the ingredients in our little Volkswagen Rabbit which faithfully put-putted us deep into the woods of rural Pennsylvania for the annual Thanksgiving feast? Were the ingredients already there, (Cream. Nutmeg. Egg white. Crazy amounts of bourbon and rum.) waiting …

Alien

By Lynn White They emerged from the cute blue eggs of our Blue Araucanas. With every one a cockerel when grown, we decided to have one for dinner. Under the grey blue plumage, the skin was blue, which was quite a shock, a little alien, but cooked it was fine, normal, as expected and the …

Feast or Famine

By Tulio Resende   All of us, whether we care to admit it or not, have a relationship with food. It nourishes us, it keeps us alive. These relationships go so much deeper than sustenance, food evolves in tandem with our own development. It becomes four course meals, desserts, finger foods. It’s all around us. …

The Grace of Taco

I was lost in pork. The crispy edges delighted me to no end while the tenderness of the inner meat provided a savory, greasy anchor. The accompanying chile had a small bite I respected. I drizzled it on my tacos from the small plastic cup. I squeezed lime slices and understood why I had so many napkins.

Dim Sum Lunch

By Matthew Harrison A Dim Sum lunch, a special feast, A dozen dishes at the least! I grab the pen and order sheet: Let’s make a start with Cold Smoked Meat! And then I order Phoenix Claws (That’s chickens’ feet) to great applause, With Juk, Har-gau, Siu-mai, and more Delicious Man-tau buns for four – …

Food, Glorious Food!

Let’s face it, we all have at least one (at least!!!!) co-dependent relationship in our lives—that is, our relationship with FOOD (glorious food!) For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, food is our lifelong companion.  Food is the one we can turn to on a daily basis to get our needs met. Some …

A Beginner’s Guide to Slashers

(here be spoilers!) It’s Halloween time! And that means horror films of all kinds are in the seat of honor and played non-stop. What else would you watch in October? This is the month for dark and violent and bloody celluloid treasures, at least for you poor unfortunate souls who don’t enjoy the genre year-round. …

I Think We’re Alone Now?

First, you should know that I don’t believe in God — a God, your God, any God — and that doesn’t upset me. The knowledge that we’re all just fending for ourselves down here on this lump of mud hurtling through the nothingness is okay-alright-cool with me. Some people do believe in religion, and I marvel at this, at their unwavering faith. I can’t imagine believing in anything with that much certainty!

Sexuality, Conservatism & Fear: What Scares Bi and Gay Boys #BroTalk

Even with all the progress made in the fight for Equal Rights, it’s still not always an easy thing being a not straight boy in today’s America. With a President hellbent on banning transfolk, a Vice President who seems to think conversion therapy is a good thing, a Supreme Court Justice who probably wouldn’t mind …

The Fears We Carry

When I was a child, I had two recurring dreams. When I was very young, I dreamed – vividly – of an alligator coming into my room. I heard him slog up the stairs and through our apartment living room. With each step of his scaly feet, I heard a squishing, sucking sound. As he …

The Dying Art of Conversation

By Tim Clark I am not much of a conversationalist. It might be genetic, maybe environmental; but somewhere I was left off the list, or missed the boat, or didn’t get the memo.   You choose the excuse. I am okay with a monologue, as long as it is brief. There is little risk involved …

My Roommate Was a Totem

By Ira Rabois We all have things we fear. For several people I know, spiders are high on their list. For me, it was only big, hairy ones. There is something so primal about them. In 1969, I served in the Peace Corps in a small village in the jungle of Sierra Leone, which is …

Corolla Illusions

What if… What if… What if…

I wish I could say that I rarely think this way, but I do. When I became open about my mental illnesses, I promised myself that I would always be honest with my readers. I don’t want to present myself in one way to an audience and be another in my private life.

Here Be Dragons!

Embracing the noise in your mind is the first step in making peace with it; in other words, intentionally entering and acknowledging that unknown territory in your head. Just as ancient seafaring mapmakers marked uncharted wilderness with illustrations of dragons – here be dragons – those anxiety-fueled dragons lurking in your mind can be overcome. Giving them occasional creative control is actually a great idea, albeit a brave one.

A Writer By Any Other Name

If I were a writer, would I be more scared of success then failure?
Would I be more afraid of fame then anonymity?
Would I be too paralyzed to start for fear of an inability to finish?
If I were a writer, would the pressure to write weigh so heavily that I couldn’t write at all?

Nothing to Fear but Fear Itself?

All of this to say: fear gets a bad rap. This month’s theme is “Facing Our Fears” and it might as well have been “Transforming Our Lives” or “How to Show Courage”. What we forget (but the Cowardly Lion reminds us) is that without FEAR we have no opportunity to be BRAVE. Same goes for love, btw.

Trusting Life’s Detours

It is difficult to view complications as anything . But to keep moving forward in life, it is important to stop seeing the obstacles in our path as permanent and immovable dead ends. There is always a way around – even if it means we park the car, get out, and walk the rest of the way.

A Single Step Led Me to a Family Secret Buried in 1720

by LindaAnn LoSchiavo “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” — — Lao Tzu (circa 604 B.C.)  In the 1990s, when the personal computer was still a novelty for many households, I was writing for a weekly newspaper, The Italian Tribune, and for a bi-lingual quarterly based in Italy and Brooklyn, …

Southern Daughters and Other Poems by Anwer Ghani

Southern Daughters I am from the south where the trees are dry and the rivers are waterless. Our sky is dark and its sun is foggy. I am from that south where everything is colorless. Our southern fields have daughters but our streets are always blind. These southern daughters are smiling but their eyes are …

On the Move: Life as an Army Kid

By Debbie Jinks On Friday 31st March 2017, we celebrated my mum and dad’s 50th Wedding Anniversary. They are now in their 70’s and it made me think back to my life as an Army child. We were on the move a lot, a couple of years in one country then a couple of years …

Journey From Death to Life

By Elaine Mansfield I walked the trails on my land, stunned by the contrast between fields of blooming purple lupines and my numb despair. My husband Vic had died the week before. We knew death was coming, but how can anyone imagine it? Here, breathing, struggling, loving one minute. Then gone, silenced, limp and gray. …

A Destination & Other Poems by Ian Randall Wilson

By Ian Randall Wilson   EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE Flags are waving with the violence of veterans who hold them out. Around the square people trying to remember. The grass has been replanted. 12 times in the last 2 years. Still it won’t grow. The body sickens and recovers fattens and reaches for its portions of space. …

Meeting Places

By Tim Clark My family moved often when I was young. Jobs, transfers, I am not really sure of the reason. My memories are boxes lined up and down hallways, or maybe in moving vans. The smell of my Mother’s cinnamon rolls competing with exhaust fumes.  There are deep recollections about a certain exciting apprehension of …

Where Are You From? An Invitation

By Karen C.L. Anderson I am from books, Barbie dolls, and obscurity. I am from rocks and driftwood, and exploring suburban woods as if I were there first; from raised ranches and colonials. I am from cinnamon-toast-and-hot-cocoa-for-Sunday-supper-while-watching-The-Wonderful-World-Of-Disney and I am from resistance. I am also from square dances and playing 20 Questions on long car …

On Taking Off At Heathrow and Kite Day

By Matthew Harrison ON TAKING OFF AT HEATHROW If I see England from a cabin port – Lanes deep in shadow, hedgerows frosted gold By winter sun – then come images fraught With sadness: brothers dispersed, mother old, Friends long gone. Yet this boy beside me cries And laughs and prods his neighbour gleefully, For …

“Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost”

For school last year, my son had to read one of the most epic journey stories of all time, Homer’s The Odyssey.   This sweeping poem chronicles the hero Odysseus’ 10-year struggle to return home following the Trojan War.   He battles with mystical creatures and faces the wrath of the gods in his determination to recapture …

The Long, Hot Summer: Blockbuster Movies by #HaikuJim

1. Titanic There’s a moment when You start to understand the Iceberg’s point of view. 2. The Long, Hot Summer It was long and hot, That summer. And the comma Made it much longer. 3. The Wizard of Oz White girl in strange land Kills two women of color (Green) and then goes home. 4. …

Some Like it Hot

It was a crisp fall day when I got the wonderful news that I was pregnant with my son;  shortly thereafter, however, I received a bit of information I felt more ambivalent about…he was actually due on MY birthday. I immediately knew that was not what I preferred.  To have the one day a year …

roar to the sun by John Reinhart

Dear  Readers, I pulled this from the archives because we need to be reminded of  how much power lies within us. We are power lines . We can face the sun along with its heat. We will not burn. We will roar to the sun …we will be lions… we will roar to the sun …

Meet Dori Owen: Regular Contributor and OTV Columnist

Dori is OTVMagazine.com Featured Columnist -Residence .Dori is one the top columnist at FeminineCollective.com . You can read her on A Diary of an Arizona Girl. Her essays and poems have been published in RAW & UNFILTERED VOL I, Stigma Fighters Vol 2, and Love Notes From Humanity. Her blogs have been featured here on Open Thought Vortex, as well as The Lithium Chronicles, Sudden Denouement, and The Mighty

OTV: A Celebration Of Authors, Readers and Game Of Thrones

OTV has always been an author platform. We want you front and center. Because of this we feel it’s important to maintain this as a non-competitive platform with the primary mission to engage authors along with readers organically.

Music & Memories: How Practice Has Made Me Nostalgic

When I was in second grade, I was cast as the cow in the Christmas (yes, Christmas ‘cause I went to Catholic school which I’m told explains so freaking much) concert. I didn’t want to be the cow because…COW, and talked my way into the prized part of sheep. Why it was prized I don’t …

Summer of ’85: When You Look Up…

…you should see something brighter than stars By Sean J Mahoney 1. “One headline why believe it?” So Somalia was in the news recently and nothing reported had to do with pirates. It did instead have to do with drought and famine. And around the same time as the Somalia story, news broke of a …

The Very First Time–can anything ever be as great?

But there’s also something amazing about the way she experiences everything for the first time: like, being on land! Having legs! How she preens & poses in that torn sail, because it’s her first outfit! And who can forget the moment she sees a fork in the wild for the first time? Delight!

Halcyon Summer Days & Lessons Learned

This grew from who we were allowed to play with to where she ultimately spent her career as a teacher. She refused to teach in our all white neighborhood and instead taught in a south urban Phoenix area, where she believed she could truly make a difference in young people’s lives. And she did indeed.

A Dangerous Nostalgia: by Aaminah Shakur

“The coming summer sun reminds me of fun times, sexy games, and community pow-wows, picnics, and hopscotch with the neighborhood children. It transports me to a fiction where I only remember the comforting things and can ignore all the reasons things had to change. I conveniently forget that I almost died there, more than once.”

An Aging View of Diversity

By Raymond Baxter Isn’t it funny that most people remember their childhood days with rose tinted glasses? Those who haven’t had a terrible one, that is. I often remember 1980’s Scotland as a bustling metropolis of harmonious multiculturism and friendship. Where people would go out of their way to help their fellow neighbours, and it …

Believe It Or Not, *I CAN* Make Fun Of COVFEFE Without Forgetting We Are In Real & Serious Danger

*In Barenaked Ladies voice* iiiiit’s been ONE WEEK since you “covfefe!”… Just kidding. It’s been five days. But still, goes to show you how fast the “Trump incompetence news cycle” is these days! Why, I’m old enough to remember the time we spent a full ten, eleven days IN SHOCK because tapes had surfaced of Candidate …

At Home in the Past

I have the proverbial “memory of an elephant”.  I never forget a face, rarely forget an experience and only occasionally forget a conversation.  In my small circle of life I was Google before there was a Google…as in, “Go ask Kara, she’ll remember!” As I wade deeper into middle age, of course, the once steel-trap …

Song to the Ruins of America

By Daniel de Cullá With the Glyn Ford’ eyes: “Fascist Europe–The Rise of Racism and Xenophobia” I see with horror how from an American country to another Racism and Xenophobia are cultivated in its fields Inspecting the growth of fascism and its relationship With the capitalist families’ domain As Daniel Guerin saw in his “Fascism …

Why We Fight for Peace And Freedom: America Unified

I hate to say it. I’m not sure I can. Perhaps an epi-pen on hand is necessary. EMT & Emergency First Responders are here so I’ll sputter this out. I apologize ahead of time. My throat tightens as my pulse races, but here goes…Damn it, I have to thank DJT. Holy F*ck Balls. Seriously, stay …

Emily Dickinson Kills a Mouse

By James W. Gaynor Readers of OTV already know about the unexpected star quality of Emily Dickinson Gaynor, the small dog who defended a wronged woman and child, protected me and delivered righteous justice to the evildoer (When the Dog Bites).  As a result of that article’s popularity, Emily now gets fan mail (c/o nemetonpress@gmail.com) …