Category: prose

spinning

She spin dark brown clay, forming body and mind into soul She spin her child into bird and lion and…

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the unseen spectrum

i am more than the words i speak or write. more than what you see. i am the unseen and…

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the witch of the aegean sea

I want to tell you a story about a short stout woman who lived on the island of Lemnos in…

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unfurl

i am unfurled unwrapped by life’s hardships, joys and mysteries. without understanding why, i have lived without a name.  …

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mortal words

i’ve decided that i don’t want to write, not with my hands anyway. i want to think words onto paper…

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i am the stream…

i am the stream… of consciousness. it is 2:38pm, monday, the In The Beginning day of the week august 14….

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save words

i will save words for you. bottled and pickled words for you. then feed you synonyms of me, so you…

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satchel of poems

I had a satchel filled with poems that I tossed into the sea. I wrote them on tiny circles and…

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ink spill

I spilled ink across the blank pages of my notebook. It was then that I decided to write stories with…

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the words spill

The words spill from my pen, blood red, no longer wanting to be ink, but to be life. The words…

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existence remembered

The words leave, drifting atop my misconceptions. I am looking backwards. Why did we come here? Was it only to…

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parallel universe

In the space of memory resides the fence we stand atop, teetering on the edge between hard ground and water….

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your lies

Your lies won’t save you from death. You will die anyway. Death is the great truth teller. When it comes,…

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the thinning web

The silken network of threads thin inside me; those webs that stick to everything that I am. They thin, inch…

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split apart

i am split apart, opened wide like the Nile and equally as filled with memories of life and death and…

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the Pitkin Review published the highway

The Spring 2017 issue of Goddard College’s peer-reviewed literary journal, The Pitkin Review, has arrived in the mail! My story,…

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edible lover

I have an edible lover. We intertwine, this lover and I. We meld and spill like a waterfall into each…

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authentic

Strong, sturdy hips receive hungry thrusts. Authentic sex is not for the weak. Fainting hearts are not welcome here. Moans…

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do not look for me here

If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space,…

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the clouds in prayer

The clouds interlace fingers seeking prayer, an impassioned supplication to the un-gods.  They spread across skies gathering stories of un-time,…

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