conjure up a quick story, slip it in through a gap in the windows. wait for it to be opened, envelope torn and then soon devoured. wait for it to be learned, memorized and later yet, distributed.
build up a story-tower, weave it into being with words and magic. hold it together with love and hope, chase it up with creation for the sake of it. scrawl across a mirror in lipstick a profession of delight; lift and assemble every piece of masonry yourself. (feel the ache as muscles pull and develop their own… Continue reading power, 1.2 (150)
eyes, drawn into being: predicting, liberating, wise - all-knowing. they're a secret you want to decipher. they're a million stories going untold. lips, sketched from imagination. coax a story that they're reluctant to tell. (watch for the lipstick days. these are the ones when the story means nothing.) dare this prophetess to give you a… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 22 (portents)
woven tapestry attached to the hook - tells a hundred tales. thousands of threads overlap; intrinsic, symbiotic. yank them hard enough and then with one quick motion they snap. the story is broken, unravelling, ready to be told anew. the pattern carries on through the decades. stories are told; crafted; torn apart. and every time,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 15 (snap)
It's not a very interesting piece, this desk. It's the kind you buy for function, not form: it's a generically-made one. I use it every day, and it's become so buried under papers and books that I barely remember what it looks like underneath. Sometimes I sweep it clear, blinking in surprise at the smooth… Continue reading Just Thursday Blog Hop: The Desk
The early-morning chill has settled on the ground, every blade of grass half-white with frost. Shreds of green peek through, the occasional daisy hidden from sight under the frost. The grass hasn't been cut in days and if I ventured over the field more it would reach up to my ankles, easily. It makes it… Continue reading Five
Silence settles over the small car as she cuts the engine, more than complying with the bright red sign staring down at her. She’s been driving for what feels like several hours, though her watch indicates it has only been a half hour at most, occasionally veering close to breaking road rules. It isn’t the… Continue reading Just Thursday Blog Hop: Stop