after.
After you died I thought I felt you around before you floated away. Then it happened with another, and another, still. Do we really matter the way we tell ourselves we do? I stand in the cold, I watch the steam twist up from the gutters. My eyes water in mourning as the white smoke…
Winter Lake
Is there a momentwhen the lake knows it’sfrozen? Once the frogssurrender their limbsto the cold, or when the fishgive up swimming? An underwater world, stilled.Just rippling angel-wing finsblinking eyes andpulsing hearts.
The Green Lady
Lostto the human worldlain by somecareless otherdown, amidthe waving reeds. Aloneat the end of winter,coddled by frost.Curious creeping tendrilstickled her unfeeling fingers. RebornThe Green nudged her.She, a fledgling birdJust catchingwhat itswings could do.
the things it Wasn’t & the things it Was
One. It wasn’t the way the stairway turned abruptly. Or how the half-wall obscured the view from the stairs. Or even the doorway that sat to the right of that half wall. It was all of those things. All those, plus the way the dark whispered in thru the window. Heralding a warning. The approaching…
the things it Wasn’t & the things it Was
Part One. It wasn’t the way the stairway turned abruptly. Or how the half-wall obscured the view from the stairs. Or even the doorway that sat to the right of that half wall. It was all of those things. All those, plus the way the dark whispered in thru the window. Heralding a warning. The…
Meet Rachelle
Meet Rachelle Harrison! My main character in my speculative fiction novel, now in the editing phase. Working title is Seashells & Hellions. She turned down her familiar street.60’s-style suburban homes. Mid class.Mid renovation. Advertising Tyvek for five plus years.Classic bathroom glass window tiles. Hail-eaten awnings.For Sale: Deep red ’98 Town & Country van. She knew…
Weeds with Purple Flowers
These days, we have to be pragmatic. Our time is either so plentiful we don’t know what to do with ourselves, or we’re so busy we hardly have time to breathe between doing things we don’t want to do. Both things suck and are hard. Sometimes writing feels like a needy baby. A baby I…
Short story out, rough draft almost done
I have been in this state of not knowing what to do. I’ve been writing my novel (working title “Seashells and Hellions”) for almost a year now, and I’ve almost reached the end of my rough draft. I know the next step is to look through the whole piece and see if there is anything…
Work in Progress – novel excerpt
With the turn of the doorknob, a loud boom sounded from above, and all the lights went out. Rachelle pushed the door open, the scant evening light tossing her shadow across the doorway. Her eyes were wide on her shadowed face as she observed the dark room. She looked to Stanton, who held the radio.…
v. near dystopia
‘when the wheels come off,do i hang on,or jump?’ the leaves whisperto the wind.feels likea world in wait. sometimes,she dreamsthe beforetimeswait for herreturn. no time to dreamthough, when theground shakesunderneath whena choice isn’tbetween two thingsat all.
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