the collector

having never acquired the knack she was not a letter-goer of things and stored thoughts much like the well traveled woman collected knickknacks memories displayed themselves on disorganized shelves in the crevices of her mind giving her an eccentric air some thought charming her speech jumble she talks of silk dresses and closed fountains as though…

10,703 words written (its too early for a title)

its been quite a journey these last 9 days. i’m still committed to finish thought i’m about 5,000 words behind the target. here’s an exert from today’s writing: “I agreed to no pills under duress,” she called to him from the bathroom. “Duress or no, it is a verbal contract that you are bound to.”…

only 42, 647 words to go

i still have no idea what this novel is about…but here’s an exert from today’s writing (warning it has nothing to do with today’s election): Alec’s green eyes met Roxie’s nearly black ones. The look on his face was one of longing and tenderness. Roxie realized this was not a game for him. He was…

nerd girl pep talk (the word is courage)

someone once called me a jackie of all trades. i thought it was a compliment until i began to overanalyze (a past-time of mine) the sentiment. in my life i’ve had opportunity to do many things. i’ve studied abroad, self published books, consulted with major industry and lead. there are a lot of things that…

if glory wore a hat she would wear feathers

she was never flamboyant, instead grandma chose crowns made simply of white feathers, small rhinestones & royal blue felt she wore them hats with a dignity peculiar to southern black belles & northerners grown too prim to be touched soapy, her hands worked expertly to peel away white feathers, washing one at a time till…

single mothers write poems too

sitting here in the space where no one needs me no one pulls at me no one is asking me for anything sitting here with quiet on an early evening i flirt with the possibility of retiring early down blanket pulled to my ears my head buried in a therapeutic pillow designed to keep my…

Only Fools Scream I Love You at the Sun

“My one regret,” she came there with the intention to confess. There were so many things she could have said. So many transgressions committed in life filled with the avoidance of responsibility. He wondered if perhaps she would finally cop to the ten thousand dollars that went missing after their mother died. Or if maybe…

ernest

he stood 5 feet four inches burst pimples scarred his face from cheek to cheek the breadth of him vast no less than 50 extra pounds settled into places no child should carry weight he did not speak no superheroes or high scoring athletes held court within him his mind a perceived blank guarded constantly…

where romance meets commitment

i have a tendency to treat my jobs like lovers in the beginning i am so mad about them so committed i leave favored books on the coffee table and call just to see how everything is going i miss them when i am away and make sure that they have all my emergency numbers…