Tag: Books

Words

Sometimes I feel like murdering them, squashing them under my feet, watching letters bleed out, separated from the word they are attached to. Other times, I place them in an incubator, checking in on them from time to time. Some go in a special…

Pumpkin And Mice

She’s cold. She steals a shirt. pulling it over her body, glazed in sweat, half dry, half oily. No one will touch her, not even herself. She’s attracted to a sweatshirt hanging on a rafter, yanking on it with her arms high in the…

Readers

There are the flash fiction folks, the poetry peeps,  long read lingerers, essay sippers, quote queers, novel nuts, the journalist jackals…sci fi sympathizers, romance unrequited rejects, the mystery mongers, the New York old-timers, speculative spectators, fantasy freaks, comic-con artists, and the not-so-young adult Harry…

The Wind Bends the Flower

It’s easy for her to get lost in stillness, before light sneaks between curtain and window, playing shapes on her bedroom walls. The softness of night can’t hold back day. She knows that. She hears the east wind pick up, as the sun spreads…

Two Windows

Two Windows Wildwood Trail, Forest Park, Portland Oregon, January 2019    

How Does It Go?

It isn’t a question of whether words will come It’s a question of how you want words to go    

First Light In The Winter Garden

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