The next book, the new book, Covenants of Lingering Bones, will be available soon. After much rigmarole, going so far as to set up the book on another publishing platform, to really check it out, I’ve decided to stick with… Read More ›
Woman
It’s too early for that dress…
Courtney Love is balls.
Enjoy Every Good Thing
Okay, two weeks into the new year, I have deleted my twitter account and, I won’t be back on there. I was trying to think of it as a “necessary evil,” but the truth is, it isn’t necessary. It is… Read More ›
The Last Time We Visited Aldera Dune
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… Read More ›
It’s Me, Pearl.
Itโs Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin Itโs never me, itโs you, except that itโs always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was… Read More ›
Saturday
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… Read More ›
Undone
The other day, in promoting my vampire novel, I posted links to chapter excerpts. In reading through those excerpts again myself, I noticed places where the sentences could use tightening. I noticed places where I want to replace commas with… Read More ›
Maybelline Raven and The Wolf.
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… Read More ›
Saint Joan
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… Read More ›
Strong. Woman.
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)… Read More ›
