Author: Noelle Currie

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...

fiction about city life 0

Stacks

Short Story My roommate, April, moved into my apartment on a Sunday. She brought the sun with her. I helped her carry boxes up from her Jetta and into the tiny room I once called...

Life Poetry 0

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...