The grease thickened cooling even as it found purchase between myself and my heated gaze. My reflection seemed as angry as I, but at what, she could not say. My scalp is pouring into the sweet decay of early morning. "Stay," it gurgles, and my thighs stick together to prevent me from leaving I can… Continue reading Recycled Waste
The moon pulls me into a watery swell dipping her pointed crescent and twisting it for good measure. Where there once was question and answer, good and evil, now rests the weight of my heart. Ma'at holds Her scales steady as she dredges out the truth, unbothered neither by the endless flow of salt water… Continue reading Fishing for Nothing in Particular
Here’s the fourth installment of my 365-Day Writing Challenge, which I started about a month ago. Today I bring you something sweet and idyllic, a kiss, and a promise of romance to come. Here’s the prompt: “23. Sugar: Write something so sweet, it makes your teeth hurt.” This was my attempt at a bit of a romance story.… Continue reading #23. Gimme Some Sugar
Here’s the third installment of my 365-Day Writing Challenge, which I started two weeks ago. Today I bring you my thoughts on friendship, my experience with it, and questions I have of it, courtesy of a free write done on the subject. Here's the prompt: “10. Friendship: Write about being friends with someone." Now I… Continue reading Prompt #10: Friendship [Is Kinda Hard Sometimes]
Driving through Topanga Canyon, and then onto Mulholland Drive, I could see why the area had become infamous for the subtly terrifying and the unreal. The place was gorgeous. If I could see a sunset everyday, as dazzling and disorienting as the one I had seen while driving along the switchbacks heading down into the… Continue reading Free-Write: Interview in the Valley
"...Now daily, I wonder what it means to be made a martyr without your consent..."
"...When the entire building is rotten from foundation to ceiling, even the floorboards must be shorn away..."