Flash Fiction: Tell Tale

I live alone and I dissect the silence. I live alone, and I dream. In my dreams she is safe and whole. In my dreams she paints a swath of blue across an unblemished canvas. I am the one who mars the canvas with red. Even though it never happened that way. In my dreams, … Continue reading

Flash Fiction Challenge: Space

Thank you to Laura Gabrielle Feasey for for challenging me to write a 400 word piece, inspired by the word Space! It turned into slight stream of consciousness, but I am okay with that. Here’s mine, I hope you like! Not In the Way That I Mean We sit on the roof, cold beers sweating … Continue reading

A Prose Poem for Wednesday

Please to read my short poem. I am full of white, hot sand. Tiny, glimmering grains pushing through my veins, soaking in blood made of mica and miniscule, broken shells. My skin is made of thick, crisp paper, freckled with dust caught in the pulp. I am a thousand years old, a fulgurite formed from … Continue reading

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

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

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

Prose Poetry: My Bones

My bones are hollow, cracked, and dusty. Only good for breaking, only reset badly. I cannot layer them with books and hope the weight won’t crumble them. I cannot rest weary elbows on them and hope the years forget to splinter through. They are made for nothing. The world slips through the porous openings in … Continue reading

Prose Poetry: Done

I am done, she said. Not aloud, not to anyone who would hear the words. She said it with a choice, with a lack of doing that spoke volumes louder than any words she could have chosen. I am done, she told him. She told him by not showing up, by ignoring his calls, by … Continue reading

Flash Fiction/Prose Poetry: Smile

I realized this morning that I haven’t posted in weeks! I’ve been busy with film shoots and randoms, so it just kind of ran away from me. This is a fiction/poetry hybrid I wrote a while back. I remembered having written it after my shoot last weekend, which deals with similar themes. Hope you like! … Continue reading

Prose Poetry/Flash Fiction: Dead Sea

For Ben. And when I woke, I was floating on a bright sea, the thick salt lifting me with strong hands. The dream was clear but whatever reality had been inside it vanished the moment I opened my eyes. The person walking around wore my face and it only alarmed me once the light bulb … Continue reading