Mornings (NaPoWriMo 8/30)

a donut had fallen in a rush to breakfast its sticky footprint darkening and travelling through every room, the cough following it

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Someone Was Shot Here, Probably (NaPoWriMo 7/30)

In a burned out city that whispered from its ashes willful forgetting would only salt that richness; turn the fertilizing of it to Death.

Ballad of Bridges (NaPoWriMo 6/30)

Ballad of Bridges Each one was familiar yet its peril new and desperate over water not deep enough to account for believing more in visions of mangle and gore only visions, after all, amalgamating into fear. The subconscious is always painting its face in Imagination and Doubt. So if I've crossed bridges before in the sullenness of day's brooding; wearing the [...]

More to the Story (NaPoWriMo 3/30)

A woman's worth is not in her vagina. A woman is worth more than her vagina. A vagina and a womb are not synonymous. A woman owns her vagina and her womb and only she decides whether these statements are true. For her. A man's worth is not in his penis. A man is worth [...]

Monthly Meter: April

fellowship/publication submissions: 0 fellowship/publication acceptances: 0 fellowship/publication rejections: 3 books: __________________ Secret Shame: My fingernails which have resisted Nailtique, multivitamins, and nightly hypnosis.  I'm really considering biting them again so I'll have an excuse for their appearance.   And my Napowrimo stats. Mantra of the Moment: ...but I can write a mean sentence you faster runner, better [...]