Done and Done
My first submission for the term has been turned in. Twice. I forgot to number the pages, and I think I still had a bunch of highlighted words in the text. I overuse certain words: darkness, stumble, was, is, he, she. Okay those last two are just for funsies, but I do overuse words. I [...]
Updates and Whatnots
Things to discuss: Full Manuscript request, loss of other domain name, dead radio and getting hit at New Seasons (the car, not me), travels, school, pickled livers, and laughter. This weekend started off well. It’s been hotter than the devil’s taint, here in loverly Portland. The hubbie and I gallivanted down to an impromptu happy [...]
Liberty Street
This is the story I submitted to Seton Hill. I meant to post it weeks ago. Please remember that I totally turned this in at the last minute, that there are grammar and plot issues, and that the point of view shifts. It’s a work in progress, after all, and although I am disappointed in [...]
Another response
She dusted the office and hummed a song her Momma used to sing when she was a baby. The feather duster danced between a gavel and the notebook that judge always wrote in. The letters meant nothing to her. She couldn’t read. But the judge had a pretty way of writing, like ribbons of light [...]
On Fire
** This is a response paper I wrote after reading Specimen Days (which I highly recommend). The second story deals with children suicide bombers in modern day NYC. This response is to just one instance in the book, but I like it so I thought I would share. And D drew the boy. He will [...]
Honest patchwork
Half written posts clog up a section of WordPress - the “manage” section. This probably doesn’t mean a damn thing to you, but I save some sites there, or story ideas and whatnot. The problem is, there are a lot of half-finished posts just sitting in digital purgatory. Some are rants. Others, just incomplete thoughts. [...]
Handwritten
Pen to paper, so they say. What is this scrawl lost amung the New Times Roman and Ariel. Who thought that univeraal fonts were a good idea. Give me the flow of aching elbow and splotchy pen. I taken better, more thorough notes on my laptop but they lose their organic nature in this medium. [...]
Is That a Cabernet?
My little short short story for last night. I stood behind the cigarette-scarred bar with sweaty armpits, agonizing over drink recipes. Was our high end vodka Grey Goose or Belvedere? How did you make a Cosmo? Did a dry martini have gin or vodka? An olive? Did we have olives? Where are the lemons? Did [...]
Spinning Silver
Spinning silver, my aged crown, Shimmer through a sea of brown. My eyes, framed by lines, My arms, past their prime, All changed with time’s tearing down. Today is a promise passing. Thirty years, memory fogging. I find my fortunes much changed. My priorities rearranged, A future, I’m still building. I see her smiling in [...]
On the way to work
Honor of America Plastic bags in a tutu, she danced sitting down beneath the overhang; her honor cloth, an American flag. It rained last night. I listened to the lightening from my fluffy red couch immersed in warm blankets. The air conditioner running at 73. I discussed the addition of a new television Fourty two [...]
After you breathe…
Instead of focusing on the simpleminded charlatans that I work with, I will focus on important things, like school. We workshopped my story last night, and it was the first to go through the gauntlet. The comments were both generous and pointed. One classmate had a problem with the relationship between the characters, another felt [...]
The Compliment
It’s amazing how a few, kind, sincere words can boslter your confidance. I got the following e-mail from a classmate in my Creative Fiction class. I had to e-mail the class my story last night, and Terri felt compelled to write this after reading it. It should be noted that this came in at 12:40 [...]
Wanna See?
My portfolio Edit: You need Flash 8 to play it !
In the space of a moment
She whispered his name into her coffee. Watching the steam steal him away, she sighed. It took one moment, borne on the backs of many to rumble the foundation soundly. She still writes him letters. Careful script swirls behind her eyes, but she will never commit it to paper. He said no twice. Once would [...]
Someone Speaks
Peeking white beyond the blackness Of your glistening hair I never saw you naked. Breasts hanging low, Back turned cruelly with burdens Your sarcastic smile never seemed to waver. I drank alone at the bar too often. I wanted to remember what we did When night lingered far away. Beneath the watery moon, With its [...]
For Nicole
I wrote this on the fly. If you don’t know, Nicole is my birthdaughter. By that I mean that I carried her and delivered her into this world, but I am not her mother. I gave her up offically when she was 3 days old, although I knew long before who her new family would [...]
Hallucinations
The walls move, Stepping to the left, gingerly Avoiding a dreaming cat tail And my discarded flip flops. The doorway dances, Waltzing with dark windows And the dusty curtains, But never swishing louder than a whisper. I have been awake long enough To see the unseen. Rest protects those places Where evil, spiteful children play [...]
Curl
Around my dark eyes, golden locks dangle shiny with delight. Multi-colored curls sway with the nodding of my head. I bounce quietly to the murumur of my own heart. Warm chocolate, inky black and sunset blonde twist and twirl upon my forehead. battling my feathery eyebrows for attention And dark-candy eyes beam from beneath the [...]
A First Draft
I am going to start publishing some of my stuff on this site. There may be poems, reworked essays or just lines of words that I fancy. Don’t feel the need to comment and, not to be a bitch, but if you are going to tell me “that’s nice,” – don’t. The biggest insult to [...]








