Author: Noelle Currie

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...

fiction about magic 3

Prologue

Short Story   Sebastian watched Cecelia jump from the pier into the white sand of the dunes. The long sea grass bent to brush against her bare ankles as she walked. Surges of wind blew...