Lots of writing, not much blogging.
It's the heat, though, No one mentions. An elemental, indisputable physical fact Jabbing chlorine and sumac Into breasts and thighs (I'd only seen in anthropological museum dioramas) Now hanging indulgently, grotesquely inside my pale, striped skin. Each remedy links past and present discomforts into a thorned wreath Mechanically clicking, turning, a cog In a watch … Continue reading 8th Month
I missed an update for yesterday, so you will get two today! I've been trying to focus on a big task at work, and given that I have substantially lower energy reserves than normal these days (8+ months pregnant much?), I wasn't able to do both in one sun cycle. I've got a chapter … Continue reading Helpful tool for short stories!
"Is this gonna hurt?" Wolf doctor, steel eyes, certain, "Yes." I do not flinch.
Sometimes you just need to clean house. Today was that day for me. It feels good. The novel I'm working on has a lot of backstory and context to it. When creating a new world, it's kind of important to make sure everything is, you know, coherent. So I'd repurposed some old, unused MBA notebooks … Continue reading Groundwork Day
I've worn a baby's belly now For months, a growing house. While first a brush or feather down, The tenant's now full moved round. Home too small, he quivers now A padding, chattering cat If I had a miser's heart I'd surely raise his rent Eviction soon, he's grown too fond Of sugar and caffeine. … Continue reading Sugar and Tea
One friend to another A tent, a triangle We lean in A brace Palms pressed, backs flat We could be here all day or just A moment I will not move Tense and compress A false divide of equals drives an understandable, unproductive pain For what is suffering but breaking? So I reach in first … Continue reading Friends; or, I’m Buying You Coffee
New life turns stale soil Dormant urges revenant Lost peace lurks silent
A new direction!
qualification precise failure to fail engineered mediocrity round, round, round, round, round, It used to be: blades of grass between my toes oboe reeds, buzzing in the wind pores open, itching cold earth in my nails salt in the rings round my neck days when I just was I wasn’t fooling anybody Everyone is … Continue reading The Racer