The Call

Flash Fiction July, 22 They say that when you feel the call, you answer it. I've known people to go travelling at a moment's notice, packing up whatever few possessions will fit into a tiny shoulder bag or backpack and quit their jobs informally by not showing up the next day. By the next week… Continue reading The Call

inventing adventure (300)

she wanted to know about my purpose. how, she implored, had i found it so young? in her world, purpose was a thing you found after you'd done a few years' sensible work, maybe some careful mapping out. she was a scheduler, a planner, and she didn't understand my methods - or my madness. i crafted… Continue reading inventing adventure (300)

inversion (150)

she's running through the world, twisting her own stories into trails behind her, collecting words and mixing them into books, drinking bitter coffee she doesn't like and speaking languages that trip her up with complex structures. it's easy to dive back into her books, to seek out libraries in every stop but that's not the… Continue reading inversion (150)

poetry 101 rehab: places

she dwells in infinity. the world is old, new - wildly changing. she makes no effort to find one safe place. instead, she roams: goes wherever sounds interesting at present. she doesn't ever stay long enough to make a history. (prefers to cycle through people and apartments) each year she's displaced, discomforted - -and every… Continue reading poetry 101 rehab: places

Word Crush Wednesday: Audrey Hepburn

I had something all planned out for tonight's post. I really did, but I forgot to write it down. Not my finest move, as I now have a hazy recollection of what I was thinking about and no idea of the quote I was going to select. This doesn't happen a lot - thankfully, it's… Continue reading Word Crush Wednesday: Audrey Hepburn