Flash Fiction

When I left the day job almost a year ago my goals were lofty and crowded:  complete my three screenplays, apply for a fellowship/competition or two (or three), keep up several weekly blog posts, work on some short fiction.  Except I made these goals unprepared for the realities of being present and open with a Read More …

Movement

He didn’t know exactly when it happened, The end of himself, the end of trying to Placate his lover. She was like a succubus, a dream that Lay on him in night’s darkest temple And wrenched free a moment’s bliss Then poured forth a pitcher of regret, Filthy, like dark blood. But he drove her Read More …

First Snow

This morning, we had our first snow of the season.  And this morning, I got to be with my Em as she excitedly got dressed and headed outdoors to explore before breakfast (wha???).  In the past, I may have insisted on eating first or that my husband take her.  But, the more present me now Read More …

The Stillness

“There was a Stillness that settled on her Like early morning snow fall That tamps all sound except crystalline impact. It happened as she climbed the stairs, Clothes basket on her hip, And passed her child’s napping place, The smell of a roasting chicken tagging along From the kitchen below. And she breathed in that Stillness and Read More …

The New Digs

After a bit of de-cluttering, I have a work space that calms me versus creates anxiety. The best thing is I only had to make two purchases – the daybed that I picked up at World Market’s year-end sale and the magazine rack under the desk that organizes my stacks of notebooks, idea files and Read More …

New Year, New Definitions

“Tell the truth. Nah, words only.  Cheap talk. Show the truth.  Live it. Be the truth.” – Ilana Hulsey Rea Sometimes, I just need to shut my damn mouth.  Listening is worth its weight in gold, like listening to my daughter when she is telling me something that is different from what I think she Read More …