Story

The Slick Furies.

I’m super tired. Is that the best time to write a blog post? Hopefully this won’t be too rambling. I have surpassed the sixty thousand word mark on the edits/re-write of the vampire novel. I have approximately sixty-six pages of… Read More ›

Roll Me Away.

  Roll Me Away We took to the road. The expanse of blacktop stretched out before us into the sparkling effervescenceย that we dared to think was the night sky back-lit with stars but was really a sideways look at a… Read More ›

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… Read More ›

Scorpio Moon.

ย  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…. Read More ›

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 wear your socks, lay down next to you, feel your… Read More ›

Honeysuckle.

ย  Wakingโ€ฆ 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… Read More ›

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… Read More ›

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 said. Something in every moment I held back from. If… Read More ›

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 doesnโ€™t cut loose. It just winds around again, pushing harder on… Read More ›