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Prose Poetry: Unmade

There are unmade things in the earth. Unraveled things. Undone. Buried, buried, ruins of kings and barefooted beggars alike, gold uncreated, divided into its component parts, only the potential of it left behind, a kiss of memory in the rubble. Everything lingers, nostalgia for a time once whole, a fragment of memory, uncoupled from the … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Rusalka

She is beautiful – all dangerous things are. But she doesn’t mean to be – beautiful, or dangerous. She doesn’t mean to lurk below the surface of a turbulent sea, waiting for men to appear in their ships, or out on the pier at a deadly hour. She doesn’t mean to kill them, to watch … Continue reading

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Book Review: Station Eleven by Emily Mandel

After drooling over this book for months, I finally got my hands on it. A first edition, signed copy no less, which I didn’t even realize until I’d left the store and was flipping through the first pages. I should start off by saying, I was a little hesitant about reading the book because it … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Bird in a Girl Suit

She was a bird in a girl suit. Feathers gleaming gold and greedy in the light, sleek and dangerous in the dark. Covered in skin and blood and viscous tissue, hidden away from the world like some unspoken sin, something worth forgetting. But she was a bird in a girl suit, born to fly, to … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Heart Song

She was born with a song in her heart, though it took her many long years to hear it. It presented itself at odd times, the melody implanted in her brain, in her memory, so that when anything hinted at the strain she’d begin humming along. Only hours later would she realize that there was … Continue reading

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When She Moved to New York

No one stopped to look. And that was okay, was all right, was for the best. When she moved to New York, a few people told her she would be missed. The few there were were close at least, loved her dearly and deeply, and that was a comfort. But now she is here, her … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: The Pupil

An awesome online lit journal called Molotov Cocktail published a piece of my flash fiction recently, called The Pupil. If you like serial killers with a twist, then maybe it’s for you. Either way, it’ll only take you a few minutes to read it. So support a sweet journal while you do! You can check … Continue reading

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Prose Poetry: Spilt Milk

Don’t cry over spilt milk, they always say. As if sorrow is akin to something as useless as weeping over milk containers emptied onto the floor or the table or the countertops. As if sorrow is truly so silly. But sorrow is like spilt milk, is thick and pale and fast spreading and hard to … Continue reading

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The New Leading Man

Lately, something has changed. I know you feel it too: the hunky, perfectly coiffed, buff and charming leading man that we have known for so long has been replaced. The brilliant, lanky and mischievous Loki garners more attention than his ruggedly handsome, blonde brother. Sherlock (all three of them!), a brilliant man who uses (or … Continue reading

Inspiring Blogger Award for The Quill, The Key, and The Compass!

I woke up to a lovely surprise from My Little Book Blog this morning, and I think it’s safe to say this brightened my whole day! So thank you, Lizzy, for giving me this awesome award! Here are the rules for this blogger award: 1.Thank and link the amazing person who nominated you. 2.List the … Continue reading

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