Writing Re-Enlightenment

A Taste for It (Apocalyptic “Laugh ‘n Cry” Flash Fiction Featuring Ants That Like Oreos, Roast Chickens, and Other Things; Pigs That Like Tar-Paper Because They’re Smart but Weird-A** Animals; and People, Who Just Want to Live Their Best Prosperity-Filled Lives so Leave Them Alone With All That Environmental Sh**)

Posted in Uncategorized, writing by Caralyn Davis on March 16, 2018

Ant hills rose by the thousands from cracks in the asphalt and concrete. The abstract granular cones, ranging from light sandy brown to dark rust, created a new miniature topography across the city. Unimpressed, unaware even as an endless march of 99 degree days claimed our attention, we ploughed through them with the steel toe of a work boot, the stiletto heel of a platform pump. ….

Read the rest at The Molotov Cocktail HERE.

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My Mama Is a Demon (Or ‘Stop Being So Mean’ So-Called Christians Because Mean Ain’t a Look Approved by Jesus)

Posted in Uncategorized, writing by Caralyn Davis on December 19, 2017

Demon possession has come a long way since the days of Linda Blair and The Exorcist. Back then, possession was a messy, visceral business rife with fluids and ejaculations of one sort or another. For average folks confronting a demon, sturdy raingear came in just as handy as a Bible and Holy Water. These days, demons do a better job of blending in. For example, on the TV show Supernatural, the demons who take over the bodies of hapless humans appear to bathe regularly between bouts of evil. Nevertheless, one constant remains for demons: They do evil. Perhaps they slit the throats of schoolchildren, or take a machine gun to a crowd of fair-goers. Whatever the specifics, they are action-oriented, full-throttle evil-doers.

Consequently, I was surprised to learn that my mother is possessed by demons. She has twice been informed of this fact by fellow church members. (She’s lost count of how many times she’s been accused of not being a Christian.) Mama first experienced the sacred when she was seven years old. No one in her family had ever taken her to church or Sunday school, but one summer day, she was lying on her back under a tree in her front yard when she looked up through the canopy of green leaves and saw glimpses of the blue sky. At that moment, she knew that God was there with her. So she hied herself off to Sunday school with a neighbor family to, as she describes it, “find out what the sacred was about.” …

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Read the rest of my essay here:

http://killingthebuddha.com/mag/confession/my-mama-is-a-demon/

 

Now and Later (a short story about horrible things no one wants to talk about, but we really need to talk about because they are not uncommon. Bad things happen to women and we need to stop cutting these things out of the arts. I categorize this as triggering but necessary)

Posted in Uncategorized by Caralyn Davis on December 7, 2017

He dislikes her now. He will do worse later. Ruby’s nine, and she can see the anger in his eyes. They are two years apart. Little sister, big brother. Bound together by fraying genetic ropes. When Ruby was a baby, her mother says, Neil loved her best. Ruby has reason to doubt this. Mama is an unreliable witness. Mama wants to believe he loves Ruby still.

Read the whole story here:

https://roarfeminist.org/2017/11/11/now-and-later/

The Woman Candidate (Flash Not Quite Fiction Because Hillary Clinton Was NOT the Problem. We as a Society Are the Problem. We Hate Seeing Women Have Power, Especially if They Don’t Kowtow to Men, so It’s Time to Step up and Change Our Ways People, Come on Now, Enough of This Nonsense)

Posted in Uncategorized by Caralyn Davis on August 24, 2017

The Case of the Albino Gorilla (a short story about second marriages and desperation and fighting to reclaim your life even if it means starting in the smallest of ways, like with condiments)

Posted in Uncategorized by Caralyn Davis on March 13, 2017

“Sena is a one-woman production line. She scoops mayonnaise out of a jar with two fingers curved into a makeshift spoon, plops the mayonnaise onto a slice of white bread, and straightens her fingers into a knife to spread an even coating to all four corners. Complaints will be lodged if anyone bites into a glob. Same for a dry spot.”

Read the story at the wonderful Storychord (complete with cool art and soundtrack) here.

Taylor Swift: Is she officially evil enough to date Loki, or are you a sexist?

Posted in Uncategorized by Caralyn Davis on July 16, 2016

The Calvin Harris Twitter rant about Taylor Swift trying to “bury” and “tear down” her ex-boyfriend has brought out the haters en masse, even getting the tag #TaylorSwiftIsOverParty trending as the Internet gleefully piled on. Everyone is very pleased that Calvin “exposed” Taylor for the manipulative, bitchy, evil snake that she is (insert multiple snake emojis here because that’s how all the cool haters roll). They don’t seem to realize or care that they are being sexist jerks.

“What? This isn’t about a man getting angry because a woman took credit for her own work! Why do you always play the sexist card? Taylor’s a disrespectful, fake Nazi Barbie trying to steal credit.”

No, sorry. You’re still a sexist jerk—and it very much is about a woman getting slammed for taking credit for her own work. Let me explain: Taylor didn’t “secretly” write (aka ghostwrite) the lyrics and melody of “This Is What You Came for.” Before her publicist acknowledged that she was the author, a person other than Calvin Harris already had that songwriting credit.

The world knew that Calvin didn’t craft every word and note of this song on his own—but no one cared until Taylor Swift was involved and they could help Calvin run with the narrative of the poor, wronged ex-boyfriend and the evil, bitchy ex-girlfriend. Calvin’s writer is suddenly his very recent, famous ex and somehow then—and only then—is it a problem for Calvin or anyone else that another person wrote the lyrics and melody. Let me repeat: It was never just his song. Another person had a listed writing credit and publishing rights the entire time.

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Are you a Morgan or an Aaron? I’ve got some The Walking Dead style ethical ?’s going on, so pull up a chair and let’s philosophize!

Posted in Uncategorized by Caralyn Davis on October 28, 2015

Is preserving our own beliefs better than reaching out to help others no matter what the personal cost? I contemplated this thorny issue watching “JSS,” the second episode in season six of the zombie apocalypse TV juggernaut The Walking Dead. The question centers on the actions of two good, kind men: Morgan and Aaron. In “JSS” (SPOILERS COMING), a group of very unpleasant men and women—with Ws carved into their foreheads to mark them as Wolves—partially ransack Alexandria, the town where Morgan and Aaron live, murdering many citizens in torturous ways that rival the worst “walker” (zombie) attacks.

Read the rest of my wee (and spoiler-filled if you haven’t seen the episode) essay here.

Battle Flag ( No matter how noble our intent, using Confederate imagery has no honor #takeitdown)

Posted in Uncategorized by Caralyn Davis on June 26, 2015

I’ve lived my entire life in the South, first Georgia and now North Carolina, but I’ve never paid much attention to the Confederate battle flag, the so-called stars and bars. Despite some ancestors who fought for the Confederacy and several childhood family vacations spent navigating cannons, split-rail fences, and museums filled with the tattered remnants of soldiering at Civil War battlefields, I didn’t associate the Confederate flag with my Southern heritage. However, I didn’t particularly associate it with present-day racism, which seemed more insidious and less blatant.

Read the rest of my new essay at Killing the Buddha: http://killingthebuddha.com/ktblog/battle-flag/

Religious Freedom Laws: Stoning American Style (While This Title Is a Semi-Homage to the 70s TV Show ‘Love, American Style,’ the Similarity Ends There Because Those Laws Are Light on Humor and Love–and Heavy on Mean)

Posted in Uncategorized by Caralyn Davis on April 4, 2015

I’m now a blogger at Killing the Buddha website, and my blog is “Planet Reasonable.”

My first post is about religious freedom laws. Read the post here:

http://killingthebuddha.com/ktblog/stop-casting-religious-freedom-stones/

My Mama Kissed a Cockroach (But Really She Did. Learn Why in My Personal Essay About Choices and Compassion, and Roaches, Don’t Forget Those Roaches, and I Ain’t Talking ‘60s Slang for Marijuana, This Is Actual Creepy Crawly Vermin, Y’all)

Posted in Uncategorized by Caralyn Davis on February 24, 2015

Choice is a cornerstone of American society. The songs my classmates and I learned in grade school heralded freedom of choice—room for us all—as the unifying force that made the United States stand above other countries. “Sweet land of liberty” and “This land was made for you and me” rang with conviction from our throats as we serenaded the luminaries of our constricted lives during pageants and concerts. To an extent, that freedom has always had a one-dimensional quality, with “you vs. me” more common than “you and me” outside the walls of the crepe-papered auditorium.

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Read the rest of this fabulously intriguing essay here:

http://www.themindfulword.org/2015/freedom-choice-compassion/