Predator Heart
Today's story is one I wrote several years ago. It arose from a vision, almost a dream. Now I feel the time is right for this kind of energy, a [...]
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Jun, 2026
5
Jun, 2026
Everything
Unripe berriescluster on the vine.One is dark, but not dark enough,a pinot, not a cab.The others look creamywhite turning pale yellowa few tinged pink like a peace rose, my favorite:they [...]
10
May, 2024
Flats and Sharps
Maya wears dove gray ballet flats as she glides across a glassy smooth hardwood floor. In another country, her sister Mary is barefoot, piecing her way across a black [...]
6
Jan, 2023
In the Aftermath of the Wind
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: twenty past midnight, what used to live under your bed, if you come to a fork take it, why are you [...]
14
Oct, 2022
The Voice
There was already a voice in Jessamyn’s head when the beacon hit her eyes. It told her a story about a serpent of light coiled around the hard ridges of [...]
22
Jul, 2022
The Sad Story of the Broken Can Opener
Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: fascinating, taking orders, Irish Black Pudding, over the top, sat in surgical peace, you get, they loved my Freddie but they loved [...]
30
Apr, 2021
My Insomnia Gossips About Me Behind My Back
To finish off our National Poetry Month celebration, I offer a more recent creation of mine. Thanks for reading! I made that girl, but is she grateful? No. True, [...]