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One November, I Published Two Books

I’ve worked hard the last couple of years to get some books published, I’m thinking of them as there were “the first five,” and now there is “the magnificent seven.” I also have stories in three print anthologies, and I’m going to get those linked up with cover pictures, as […]

All Aboard! Terror Train!

All aboard for a ride through the pages of “Terror Train.” This anthology from James Ward Kirk Fiction, edited by Krista Clark-Grabowski and A. Henry Keene, is careening down the tracks with enough action packed thrills and chills to keep readers spellbound from start to finish, including the story, “Lonely […]

Roll Me Away.

  Roll Me Away We took to the road. The expanse of blacktop stretched out before us into the sparkling effervescenceΒ that we dared to think was the night sky back-lit […]

Muse.

To speak of The Muse is to speak of The Ethereal, The Inspired. The walls shook with the sound of cascading thunder, the windows vibrating in their frames. In a burst of light, the panes became liquid beneath my finger tips, I watched the circles fan away from my touch […]

Scorpio Moon.

Β  Scorpio Moon She held her skirt up like she was about to curtsy, trying to keep the edges of it from getting muddy. The tall grass scraped her legs. It swished and snapped under their feet like dry waves. He tilted his head back, howled, chugged at the strawberry […]

Love Letters.

  The wanting of words let loose, wrapped around and back again, trailing into one another, not poetry but poetically realistic, to say, my toes are cold, I want to […]

Honeysuckle.

Β  Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was something dangerously familiar about it all. My head swam a […]

Autumnal Equinox.

The City, the weather turning now. The Harvest Moons rising high against the edge of the water. Boats rocking against the piers. Tankers and cargo ships anchored in the bay, the waves pushing against the locks. Giant glowing balloons beckoning the bounty of Autumn shorn from the surface of the […]

STONE

I lay awake trying to remember a time when I did not feel as though there was something out there, beyond the mist. Beyond the edge. Beyond the things I […]

The Scream.

I want to scream. I can feel it wound up tight in my chest like a spring, set to snap with one more twist and I keep twisting. It doesn’t cut loose. It just winds around again, pushing harder on my breast bone. What does that say about me anymore? […]