The Nearly Ubiquitous, Yet Delightful, Pumpkin Bread

Fall light.  It triggers something primal, that hint of sadness at what could have been. Winter’s going to be a doozy, old chap, for a part of you will die, sleep…like it does every winter.  And yet, lacking the harshness of summer’s glare, the light is also fulfilled, pregnant. Might as well eat some Pumpkin Bread. Read More …

NaNoWriMo Update

Today I hit an all-time daily record of 4,085 words (new fiction) – that’s the equivalent of a short story. And total word count for the month = 22,183. Since November 1st I have finished 3 short stories, formerly stuck for years in “where am I going with this?” mode. Today started a brand spanking Read More …

What’s A Name?

And she grew when the children began calling her by her name and not, “Hey, you,” as they had been taught. Her stumps grew limbs that embraced the ones who had cut them off, but only after they slept for she knew her blessing would stunt them.  Her heart beat once more to the rhythm Read More …

Concerning Abimelech Jones

There is a boy who flies with the birds. But not in that ’80’s movie kind of way: Dragging a parable behind him. He is just a boy, And he flies because He never doubts. And at the crack of dawn, He steps into the air, Higher and higher, Until he rolls over And touches Read More …

Deconstruction

Deconstruction It is the vibration that wakes us.  A shudder that jostles the bed just enough to register in our synapses that something is unusual. We exchange a look, our eyes crusted with sleep and too much binge TV. “Probably a tremor,” you mutter and roll away from me. “Yeah,” I mumble.  However, I’m not Read More …

Dark Side of the Moon

Is this just the dark phase of the moon, the part of the cycle when all light wanes and is gone, a new moon basking in the glory of the sun without tolerating our dusky shadow?  Or is it the darkness before the waxing, the building up again of the light? And how dark will Read More …

The Blanket

The house smells amazing, she thinks, stepping back into its warmth after a trip into the cold to throw out the trash.  And I did this, I created this…(inhale) yum.   The aroma, a blend of meatloaf and silky gingered zucchini soup, is active memory.  It is a blanket woven both from childhood – threads of Read More …

Vishudda

“But it’s stuck in my throat!” the child wails and coughs in that exaggerated manner of preschoolers.  She wants to roll her eyes. Resists. Sighs heavily, instead. She knows what is crawling its way up from her child’s throat.  Her head dismisses it as a fit.  Her heart knows the thing is not that dramatic or Read More …

Stars

The problem with pressing your face all day into that little thingy – something they certainly don’t tell you in the fine print – is that it rots out your neck and back. Trust me, you will have a hump of fused vertebrae like a 90-year-old by the time you’re 40. Then even if you wanted Read More …

Wendigo

It is here. Out there in starless cold. Outside the window, see? No! Don’t draw the shade! It already knows. Don’t you hear that? Glass panes rattle under its breath, fouled with decay. It smelled me. From afar, over lake ice and valleys scrubbed of snow by bitter winds sweeping endlessly from the North– It is Read More …