Author: Noelle Currie

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...

Bridesmaid 0

A Lament for Margot

There was not one second, not one tiny sliver of a moment when I didn’t think you were beautiful. You, among the trims of taffeta, the trails of incandescent pearls. You, standing in the...

Dark Park 2

Glass

The street lights float like orbs, high in the sky. The rain punctures the pavement. A boy walks along a concrete path unaware he is being watched by a girl four stories above or...

The Lighthouse 0

The Lighthouse

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....

Forest Grove 0

The Grove

It was like waking from a dream to the reality I should have had, but I was still awake in the smell of pine when I heard the drumming. The flicker of candlelight licked...

Winter Woods 1

Afflicted

Cursed with the need to run, I am a faun in the winter wood Galloping away from the roads Off to nowhere. The blood has drained from my lips To give my tattered heart...

Lake 0

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...

Life Poem 0

Our Bed

Life Poem   I get up to pee at four in the morning. Like most four in the mornings, The apartment is cold and dark. The cat’s claws skitter across the linoleum, chasing something unseen...