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...
Author: Noelle Currie
The Present Past
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...
Versification
The letters peel away from the page. and at a shift in meter, they begin to waltz. Only then feeling the stress of their feet, The importance in their scheme. They float away from...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Two
Fantasy “So fragile,” one immortal woman said, turning one of the playthings she’d just plucked in slender fingers. This particular immortal had hair as white as snow that hung straight to her naked...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part One
Serial Story A long time ago, before the queen began to stockpile her young dead in her unholy castle, the forest was a different place. A small number of immortals were tasked with...
Forest Creatures: Paper Bird – Part Six
Serial Story The creature watched, quivering as the boy thrashed and nearly threw the men off of him. They wrestled him to stillness with a few punches thrown in for good measure. The...
Forest Creatures: Paper Bird – Part Five
Serial Story Over the next many moons, the creature sailed over the canopies and swooped down surveying the endless woodland. It observed the boy plucking the fruit from the trees, taking walks and...
