The Witching Hour (Sandcastle 20.10)
I live for the stillness of the witching hourwhen sleep has cast a spell on the people with “normal” circadian […]
I live for the stillness of the witching hourwhen sleep has cast a spell on the people with “normal” circadian […]
What I had come to the ocean to learn is not what the ocean chose to teach. I stood on […]
Red is the color of rage, but also of love, which seems a curious juxtaposition on the surface unless, perhaps, […]
The musings of an author reliving the memorable sounds of 2020 and the deeper meanings they hold as an eerie song emerges from the ambulance sirens, dogs, birds, and cicadas…
In the silence, even her heartbeat is out of tune. Perhaps she’d already been shattered and put back together.
I opened wardrobes in search of Narniabut found only coats sorted on hangersby season, softness, colorother accessories— scarves, hats, a […]
How are you? Three words spark a thousand lies in my black hole of a mind each lie a light a billion stars in a trillion galaxies….
I took the standard form for most rejection letters I’ve received, and I turned it into a positive poem to celebrate writers.