Moody Meow

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 [...]

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 [...]

** 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 [...]

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. [...]

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. [...]

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 [...]

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 my mirror
She’s changed but I recognizer her.
That woman with the [...]

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 inches of HD indulgence.
I’m a consumer.
And she dances on the side walk,
sitting [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

My portfolio
Edit: You need Flash 8 to play it !

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 have been enough for most.
She is not most.
There are [...]

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 substantial lack of illumination,
Is where your memory resides.
I want [...]

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 [...]

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
With their razor-blade smiles
And intrusive fingers.
I just want to sleep them away.
But, [...]

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 restless mess,
searching for something interesting to devour.
But they are eternally distracted
by that one [...]

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 [...]