Sexual Musings :: Chainmail

There is something stirring within you, awakening at the changing fragrance of the wind; a subtle shift in your heart, a trembling purpose awaiting your arrival. And I know you’re afraid. Above you are lightning strikes like glass castles in the sky. Below you are trembling roots, moaning hollow melodies. Your skin is violin strings, […]

Read More Sexual Musings :: Chainmail

NaNoWriMo :: Day 23

Sandpaper ripped gritty at Dettie’s eyelids when she came to; icy wind tracing her skin like the Reaper’s caress and dirt hard under her bare feet. Her dancing dress, once rippling silk skirts, lay torn against her thighs and hanging limp in the night – a surrender flag the color of ripe moss. Her mother’s […]

Read More NaNoWriMo :: Day 23

NaNoWriMo :: Day 1

Didn’t get off to the best start on Day One (just a little over 600 words) but I kept telling myself: “I started.” That’s what matters right? To begin. To commence. I mixed it up a little and played with free-writing on Day One instead of choosing a specific moment on the timeline to sketch. […]

Read More NaNoWriMo :: Day 1

Workshop :: Week 1 of 6

At some point, the kitchen had become an arsenal- every cookie and candy a piece of jeweled artillery gleaming in the December sunlight. The window toward the east framed angus in the Midwest snow, a pasture of steam-nosed creatures with frozen hooves and calves dancing in the powder. My chubby hands rested, at ease now […]

Read More Workshop :: Week 1 of 6

Personal Post :: October

[making margaritas] Aunt Frances Owens: Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog. Aunt Jet Owens: Adder’s fork and blindworm’s sting… Aunt Frances Owens: Barbados lime is just the thing. Aunt Jet Owens: Cragged salt like a sailor’s stubble! Aunt Frances Owens: Flip the switch and let the cauldron […]

Read More Personal Post :: October

Sexual Musings :: Anonymous

Sexual Musings :: Anonymous Violet light is dripping across the page, under the shadow of ink and words I’ve laid down like thistles. Every line protects a promise, caged stripes of faded blue and echoes of all the praise which would spill from my mouth if I’d only let them loose like doves into the […]

Read More Sexual Musings :: Anonymous

Preptober :: Character Sketch

“It’s never a pleasure to hang a woman,” the man drawled atop the gallows. Between the muddy streets and the dripping slats, sunlight seemed to dance over his silver hair like ripples of creek water. Polished boots squeaked with each step as he paced and crowed across the huddled crowd, voice rich in the sullen […]

Read More Preptober :: Character Sketch

NaNoWriMo :: Preptober

Things are ’bout to get real shifty ’round here for the next couple months and I couldn’t possibly be more excited. I committed to 2018’s NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) challenge, as of this week, and have begun Preptober in earnest. As of now, I have: Chosen my genre Picked a story idea Announced said idea on […]

Read More NaNoWriMo :: Preptober

Personal Post :: September

“I love the weirdos. The rule breakers. The strange, whimsical, outlandish, peculiar, and uncanny. The misfits. The curious, unusual, eccentric, and unpredictable. The freaks. The radical star-gazing vagabonds. The loners. The rejects. The outsiders. The silly romanticists who ridiculously dream of changing the world someday…because they do.” -Creig Crippen Favorite Posts Written in September Book […]

Read More Personal Post :: September