Saturday, April 30, 2016

Saturday Shorts 4-30-16



Write a 25 word story about comfort.


Come back before midnight on Sunday to link (or leave) your story in the comments and read other people's work. I'll tweet about your work. (You should tweet about it too.)











Saturday, March 26, 2016

Saturday Shorts 3-26-16




In 100 words, tell me the story of a well loved stuffed animal. From the stuffed animal's point of view, of course.



Share your links or stories in the comments by midnight on Sunday. I'll tweet about them.

Friday, March 18, 2016

[Poetry] Light Fashioned Me

I actually like this one. I wrote it about....9 years ago (...crap). It's a sister poem to one I had published in my college's literary journal. 



Light fashioned me human
gave me memory

Again, I had skin, bones, blood
a name
but my heart stayed frozen
by that long, cold journey
from dark to light,

even as I burned
as green as leaves newly open
in heavy golden air
that spilled all summer over roses
blooming in Technicolor
on tissue paper trees

but Winter lived just beneath that green
and I huddled beneath my skin

Now, I do not know anymore
what I am…

and when I wake
it is to find smooth sky
mirroring broken fields

the world turned
as shadowless as
the dark side of the Moon
as small
as our horizons
that ring us
as we reach out
to touch the white fire
that exists only
in our greatest visions

Monday, February 15, 2016

A Storybook Lesson




If Cinderella taught me anything,
it's that mending clothes for ungrateful stepfamily
is no way to spend a Saturday morning.
And to never date a prince,
no matter how noble his endeavors
       to rescue you from coaches of gourd
       or step sisters simpering and smarmy,
as it's not very nice to hike a hemline up to there
and then leave a girl sitting in the dirt
because her feet don't fit your glass vision.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Saturday Shorts Challenge 1-30-16





Write a 25 word story featuring the word puzzle.

Use it in the story, springboard off of it, do whatever you want with it. Write it, post it, link up in the comments before midnight on Sunday. Read and comment on others who've linked up. I'll share your creations on Twitter.


Monday, January 25, 2016

[Poetry] Consumation





Consume me, my love,
  your secret sacrifice.
On the witch-hour altar
   I offer myself up
only for your sacred tongue.






Monday, January 18, 2016

When is a poet not a poet?

When she doesn't claim the label. 

I wouldn't call myself a poet. 

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I like poetry. 

I really like poetic prose. 

I like making my own prose as musical and fluid as I can (it tends to go well with the type of descriptive writing I enjoy). That said, I do dabble in poetry. (I think a lot of writers will dabble in areas that aren't their strengths, just for the sheer joy of creating and exploring.) 

Most of my poetry never sees the light of day. Save for the few pieces I published a couple of years back and the minute stuff that might show up in my fiction.

I've decided I should change that. Particularly in light of grad school continuing to drag on, which limits both my time and creativity. (I might have had the fourth and fifth parts of The Work written and posted by now were my attention not so split.)  

So, moving forward, I'm going to be sharing past pieces from the poetry notebook and new pieces that I come up with, barring any ongoing submission/publication attempts. Because, why not? At the moment, all of these pieces are just hibernating in my archives. If someone out there in blog-land can get something out of them, I'm all for that. 

To kick off the sharing, here's a fragment of a piece. I think it was originally supposed to be the start of a longer work, but....it never took shape. Such is writing.


A woman in a tenement cries
We’re living in blood and
Starving for grain
And the body of our lord and savior
Just ain’t enough to sustain


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