With anxious, graceful steps, Susanne Dubois walked to the mirror in the hallway. She fidgeted with her hair as she paced, holding it in place with one hand while she attempted to reposition her bobby pins with the other. She had not pinned it well enough initially, and now she could feel her hair gradually… Continue reading Mirror: A Flash Fiction
I thought I would share a few of my favorite quotes from Travels with a Donkey, since I’ve been traveling and reading the pocket version my father gave me for my birthday. The Victorian Robert Louis Stevenson is one of my favorite authors from my favorite time periods, and I still think Dr. Jekyll and… Continue reading Travels with a Donkey: Wisdom from Robert Louis Stevenson
So my boyfriend, because he’s a sweetheart, brought me flowers when he showed up after being gone three long months, studying in England. They lasted remarkably well this past week while he was here on spring break, but now as he boards a plane at some terminal in the SeaTac airport, and I wake up… Continue reading Entropy’s most beuatiful claim
You might have seen last week that I lost my old friend, Sarah to a hit and run driving accident. I haven’t been blogging much lately for the same reason that I haven’t been doing much school, writing, or anything else. It’s hard to recover from something like that, and unfortunately, Sarah wasn’t the only… Continue reading Pre-Mortem Poem
I just got back from my friend Sarah’s funeral. Hard to believe that after these past fifteen years of friendship she’s really gone. I wrote this poem and ended up giving it to her family…they had someone read it at the service today. Sarah had a distinctive face and a distinctive heart. I’m glad that… Continue reading She Never Wore A Mask
Bookcases, empty and bare, Stand purposeless, as if in error. Where once the walls were lined with books Now barren shelves attract no looks The dark store, a cavernous lair, A shadowy shell of what was there When we could lose ourselves with care In stories from book-laden nooks, Then fly away. The… Continue reading A Rondel Lamenting the Slow Demise of the Indie Bookstore
If there is one thing I’ve learned in the past year, it’s that keeping secrets from your loved ones is just about the most poisonous thing you can do. It doesn’t matter if it concerns them or not…no matter how little and insignificant they seem, or how little they mean to anybody else, if you… Continue reading If Only We Could Sell Our Secrets
I remember when I first learned that it was a “playwright” not a “playwrite.” You’re not someone who writes a play, you’re someone who builds a play. That absolutely astonished me. It gave so much more power to the writer. At the end of the day it’s just words on a page, but the writer… Continue reading The Dreamwright
Thought I could stand to share another poem. I tried to get this one published for a while, but it wasn’t any editor’s cup of tea. I still love it…one of my favorite of my short poems, maybe. Snuffing Candles Melting, dripping with time passing, Wick still clashing. Ashen, waxen, Flame un-passion. Holding candleholder handles,… Continue reading The Existentially Satisfying Feeling of Snuffing Candles
Alright, troops, I say to myself, We haven’t lost this yet. As I announced in my blog post yesterday, I just terminated my contract with my literary agency and canceled the publication of The Crystalline Princess. It’s been a long, hard ride. My friends tell me I should take a break, relax a little, and… Continue reading The Battle Plan for the New Year
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