Author: Noelle Currie

poetry about separation 0

Stage Direction

Poem Kiss (rewind) Act three comes every night. It’s (soft) fleeting, but my first in years. Hands stroking my hips (nails chewed to the quick). I’m not yours. Was I ever (the sort to...

Rabbit Morning, poem about nightmares 0

Aged

Poem Sometimes my dreams are so real That when I’ve woken I am still terrified. The cold linoleum rises to meet the pads of my feet. The breeze breathes on my bare back. It...

short story about struggles in life 0

O is for Orphan

It seems that the sea is home after all. I labored on the churning brine since boyhood, hauling in the bulging nets, scraping my hands on the antiquated equipment, lulled to sleep by the...

hell 0

Son of a Witch – Sam

Sam would become the true friend Gio had so ardently wished for when he was twelve. Sam has been to hell three separate times and all he got were some lousy scars. He goes out...

short fiction 0

Son of a Witch – Agnes

Short Fiction   Do you want the short version or the long one? Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter. It’s not my story so I don’t really get a say in how it...

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Snow

Poem I didn’t meet you for lunch that day because I had to make a fucking run for it. I had to put as much distance between me and that place as I could....

Heart 2

Rosemary’s Heart

Rosemary walked around with her right palm pressed over her chest. She was beautiful and I was not the only man who loved her. She stood against walls at parties, a slight smile on...

short story 0

Charlie

Short Story   Charlie was an Oxford man. That is, he attended until they found him under the sheets with a hired boy. Then they promptly relieved him of his education, his future. Thing...

social poem 0

High Rises

Poem   High rises grow from the city like weeds. Concrete is supple soil if the gardener is nurturing and ruthless. Living things need both to blossom. The fruit the buildings bare drips down...

magical poem 0

Shimmer Girl

Poem   I knew a girl once sly as time sneaking by right under your nose, ticking and tocking and counting breaths till death. She dressed in a black slink and rubbed her eyes...

affection poem 0

Drummer Boy

Poem   I knew a boy once, tall as a bell tower blew past six feet like an acquaintance in the super market he didn’t feel much like talking to. Played drums, of all...