Another Place I Wish I Wasn’t

My mother so loves to tell me I have a flare for the dramatic. Heaven help me when she hears about this. In my defense, I didn’t plan to land myself in the middle of an underworld turf war. Nevertheless, here I am, hands splayed, trying to stop two demons from throwing hands. Well, they’d

Prompt: November 30th, 2020

Set your story in Gothic Manor. “What do you mean? You want me to go in there?” Beckett turns, looking at her brother’s anxious face as the words spill from his lips. “Oh, buck up, it’s just the old Mason Street house. The Hyedale’s have lived there for years.” “That’s so reassuring, seeing as Mickey

Awe

I am in awe of you
The way you think
And teach

I’m Still Here, I Swear

I know that I have been MIA for quite some time. Life has turned quite hectic and has demanded that I do some prioritizing. Now that I’ve had a second to breathe, I wanted to loop y’all in on the new plan.

Red Curls

This poem is about a feeling I’m not sure that you’re supposed to start this way But here we are   This poem is about the way the sun dances Dances with each vibrant curl Catching red and gold and copper as it goes   This poem is about the dapples across your body Each