The Last Time We Visited Aldera Dune by Teri Skultety, copyright 2018, all rights reserved The last time we visited Aldera Dune, it was to watch the world die. The moons of Rionnata glowed with radiation in the distance. One purple, one iridescent green, one a golden […]
Itβs Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin Itβs never me, itβs you, except that itβs always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was me, unintentionally, making everyone else feel bad, about whatever they […]
You bark-tweet, shout-scream, whisper-dream, some thing into the void, Clamoring for relevance for distribution to the masses the echo back that tells you your voice reached someone somewhere somehow From here in a quiet room where words play out a merry tune and out of tune relinquish themselves unto the […]
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 […]
The year is 1762. Maybelline Raven is waiting patiently along the banks of the Mississippi River for the return of her husband so they may venture north, with their children. When the people of the village begin to perish after Maybelline is attacked, it is feared that a wolf is […]
I’ve fallen in love with the work of Joan Didion. Her observations on life, her dealings with grief, with the death of both her husband and her daughter within two years of one another, her belief in the value of introspection, of sorting ones own thoughts, arranging them in a […]
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 the original text, about twenty thousand words, to finish, knowing […]
This statue, this sculpture, this piece of art, is how I feel, today, at forty-seven and a half years old. I don’t recall where I grabbed this picture from so I apologize for not crediting whomever the artist (Penny Hardy) is. In addition to music, I also occasionally use artwork, […]
