mia mctigue rodriguezJukebox Jokes and Pretty Little PunchlinesIt’s funny to think about the time I hummed what I thought was our song, and you turned to me with this quizzical look, because I’d been…Nov 26, 2019Nov 26, 2019
mia mctigue rodriguezSo, Solitude‘I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it’s okay. I wait until it is done having…Nov 9, 2019Nov 9, 2019
mia mctigue rodriguezThe Snowmen & The GhostsThe ghosts send empty postcards with no return address. If they call, there is silence. The heavy kind, you know? The sort that is thick…Oct 24, 2019Oct 24, 2019
mia mctigue rodriguezThe Sea Gives Up The Past For FreeI used to trust the beach,Oct 11, 2019Oct 11, 2019
mia mctigue rodriguezSuccessful SlownessAs we embark on this endless spinning, a globe no grown up’s pushing, it can seem like a ride whose only rule is no stopping. A…Sep 27, 2019Sep 27, 2019
mia mctigue rodriguezShall we begin?When the world us is dying, at a speed we’re finally daring to look in the eye, how does anyone know what to write about? How could they…Sep 24, 2019Sep 24, 2019
mia mctigue rodriguezValidation, Vaccination, VanillaIf forgetting them were a simple matter of measuring chemicals, could you do it?Sep 4, 2019Sep 4, 2019
mia mctigue rodriguezBitter Tastes and Bad BrainsThe girls pop their pills at exactly 7.25am, still groggy, stolen from dreams. Their frosted flakes are replaced with tiny sugar coated…Aug 14, 2019Aug 14, 2019
