52 weeks | Blog | On Writing
Andromeda’s Lament | A Poem
Andromeda, the chained woman, screams to the heavens.
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52 weeks | Blog | On Writing
The Cufflinks | A Short Story
Slowly and with much bodily protest, Eleanore stooped to pick up the silver cufflinks, turning them in her palm. They had been a gift to her first husband.
52 weeks | Blog | On Writing
A Murder of Crows | A Short Story
As her eyes opened, the crows landed around her in a circle. They laid for her nuts and seeds and then, hopping, the murder of crows led her back to her home, now barren.
52 weeks | Blog | On Writing
The Imperfect Self | Short Story
She squats and unzips it. That is when I tumble out. Unkempt. My imperfect self. She crawls in, the perfect me, the one I save to show the world.
52 weeks | Blog | On Writing
The Tango | A Short Story
His arm cradled my back, the rough of his chin pressed against my temple. The tango was slow, my feet tracing the wood as this man moved me.
52 weeks | Blog | On Writing
The Cult of Cait | A Short Story
I was dozing when she knocked on my door. The sun had long set, and I should have been looking into my dreams, but I was waiting for her.
52 weeks | Blog | On Writing
The Community | A Short Story
A white van with the logo on the side, three orange circles stacked inside each other; the child, the mother, and the Community.
52 weeks | Blog | On Writing
The Flame | A Poem and Short Story
The Flame, duality of love and fire. Two poems. The first flame, poem on our lovers. The last flame, one of fire and change. Life in a dreamscape of passion.
52 weeks | Blog | On Writing
The Hitchhiker | A Short Story
The Hitchhiker. I see a woman standing at the crossroads of the country road, her thumb sticking out. Her hair is long and dark and straight; like mine.
52 weeks | Blog | On Writing
Drink the Kool-Aid | A Short Story
“Drink the Kool-Aid,” says dad. “Drink the Kool-Aid,” said mom. I hear the sirens headed our way. “They don’t know it was us,” I say.
