Dream October 2012
I was a gypsy child last night. My skin tanned by countless days beneath the sun of our forest. Only about 13 or 14. When the soldiers come and separate us, I recall glimpses...
I was a gypsy child last night. My skin tanned by countless days beneath the sun of our forest. Only about 13 or 14. When the soldiers come and separate us, I recall glimpses...
Flash Fiction Exercises Dry: One Syllable Rejection He stands from the bed, as if I’d gone. His strides are long as he moves to the edge of the room. His spine pokes up through...
I woke with the dawn that morning. The sunlight fell in through the window and it was moments before I realized where I was. The bed was as hard as frozen hay beneath me....
Serial Fantasy “Oh, hello there, little thing,” the immortal said at the sight of her. “Is that mine?” The human gestured to the red fruit in the immortal’s hand. She was a clever...
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...
Life Poetry The baguette shaped scar on my finger reminds me of a time when I still believed in magic When I thought I was the reincarnation of a pharaoh’s wife When I used...