Sometimes I find it easier

to eavesdrop on my brain

than to ask it directly

for what facts may remain.

I sneak discreetly like a ninja

to the far reaches of my mind

waiting for that juicy gossip

that will free me from a bind.

If no soft whispers reach my ears

and the conversations run dry

there may be nothing to hear,

but at least I gave it a try.

© Autumn Siders 2016


You’ve been cluttering my mind

for what seems like eternity

and you’ve muddied my heart

so that it cannot just be.

The mess you leave in your wake

is not one that can be undone

and the roadside litter you exude

makes it impossible to run.

You’ve cluttered my life in ways

so I can never break free

and you get the clean slate

while I sit in a swill of captivity.

© autumn Siders 2016

Happy Birthday, Karen!

I used to sit in your store and read whatever I couldn’t afford to buy. You never once complained or told me to leave, instead you offered me a job. In that moment, I knew the kind of person you are and always have been. The years that followed only gave further proof that your generosity and kindness are the natural side effects of your big heart. You made my mom and me a part of your family and we have made you a part of ours. Even when you have nothing to give, you are the first to offer up whatever you may have. Your selflessness has brightened not only my life, but has continued to light up our community for twenty-two years. You may think you deal in books, but your true product is kindness.

Happy Birthday!

This Country’s in the Toilet

I have posted before about nasty looks I get using the bathroom just because I wear men’s clothing and have short hair. While this is annoying for me, I can’t imagine what it must be like for a transgendered person what with the recent commotion.

I am glad that this highly important issue of where to pee is being discussed because this is obviously the most important issue that the government needs to address and write legislature for at the moment. Poverty, terrorism, healthcare, and human rights are all issues that can wait. Our county obviously became great when we stopped taking a leak on a tree and started building infrastructures to house the ever holy bathroom. Of course these great structures would not be complete without a “his” and “hers.” And these bathrooms have so many uses too!

Well, call me traditional, but I use public restrooms for a very specific reason…to go to the bathroom. Okay, sometimes you get a bloody nose or need to wash your hands. Maybe you just need to look in the mirror to see if you look smashing enough to ask that pretty girl if you can buy her a drink. But, you don’t ask her out in the bathroom, do you? Have I been doing this wrong all these years? Why is everyone so stressed about who is using what bathroom? I think the people we need to be worrying about are the ones who have a problem with it since they are obviously doing things in the bathroom that they should not be if they know who has which genitals.

Here is a list of all the behavior and items that need to be banned from bathrooms as well as laws that should be enacted, so that we can stop banning people from bathrooms.

-No more urinals in the men’s room. Come on, guys, we all know you take a peek every now and then.

-No more changing tables for babies. This will really put an end to all those perverts who want to get a load of the load in your baby’s diaper.

-Any stall door with a broken lock must be fixed or the entire stall deemed out of order.

-No sex! Nothing screams romance like that ever-wafting fecal odor.

-No shoe tying. While bent over, you could look under the door and find Mrs. Doubtfire!



I have often considered

living a mute lifestyle

since already my voice

is only heard once in a while.

The only way in which

my words end up in one’s brain

is by writing them to be read

and only then do they stain.

If I lost my voice tomorrow,

that would matter not

as long as words flowed through

my pen, I can still produce a thought.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Cat Bard

My girl has rambled on about Shakespeare for long enough. I don’t really see what is so great about the guy, he didn’t even write about cats. Here is how some of his works should have read.

To wake, or not to wake- that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to dream
Of mice and fish of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of tunas,
And by clawing end them.

Out, damned mouse! out, I say!

Birds, squirrels, chipmunks, lend me your ears;

I come to watch you, not to eat you.