NaNoWriMo… Mission Complete! (& some thoughts about it)

Sorry for the delay. I was too burned out. It took two NaNos, but I’ve now reached 79,458 words and finally have a complete very rough draft of I’m Your Goat! Yay! I would describe Continue reading NaNoWriMo… Mission Complete! (& some thoughts about it)

NaNoWriMo… Round TWO

Yesterday, Day One of NaNoWriMo ended for me. I was fried. I’m doing what some of you out there are doing. I’m finishing a novel I started last year. Don’t laugh, but when I emerged Continue reading NaNoWriMo… Round TWO

A Letter to V, from R

Dear V, I feel this mounting desire to leave social media behind, though I’ve been told I need it. It feels like a spell is wearing off, and I wonder who or what will catch Continue reading A Letter to V, from R

Devil, Stand By (a villanelle)

If you’ve no new trick to stay the hand of man, You, poor Devil, have run your course, stepped to your bounds— Let sea and sand blast what they can. I say, engorge with dread Continue reading Devil, Stand By (a villanelle)

Agency and Communion as Revealed in The Witch

(Spoiler alert — this post mentions details from the 2015 horror movie The Witch by debut director Robert Eggars.) Almost twenty years ago, my aunt Daisy — an artist who sculpts with clay and other Continue reading Agency and Communion as Revealed in The Witch

What the Nymph Would Have Said to the Woodsman Were She Not Under Water

‘Can watch your hand lilting, It glows yellow and strums the brassy pond– See the confetti canopy that warbles above us in the blue sky? Sky sits scary– And you bargain for its radiance, And Continue reading What the Nymph Would Have Said to the Woodsman Were She Not Under Water

Skirts of Gossamer Gold

Twirling mystic in skirts of gossamer gold– In the trees— There like sea-weed monster draped through boughs and static-crisp air, Tepid, electric-blue air to drench my tongue, to spark my eyes electric! Oh, like neon-soup Continue reading Skirts of Gossamer Gold

The Delay at the Crossing

It was a bone-cold morning, and Ruthie Capella felt life was simply too cruel. It had stolen from her yet another decent night’s sleep. She pulled at the railing in the subway car, hardly remembering Continue reading The Delay at the Crossing

The Parable of the Kitty

“Where have you gone off to?” said the father, a widower, as he opened Lilly’s door. There on the bed sat Lilly, sucking on her thumb, her pink taffeta dress spread like an Elizabethan ruff. Continue reading The Parable of the Kitty

Afternoon at a Friend’s House with The Tide Coming In (Circa 1995, A Juxtaposition Piece)

It’s midafternoon and dark in here. An electric fan drones in the open window and funnels the summer heat through. The one on my right sits in an easy chair wrapped in a plaid robe. Continue reading Afternoon at a Friend’s House with The Tide Coming In (Circa 1995, A Juxtaposition Piece)