Dark Fiction & Gothic Suspense
Excerpt from A Blog Affair, coming Fall 2017 “I don’t know how you do it. All that heartache day in and day out, I’d be so discouraged with marriage.” “Uh huh, well . . . Mom and dad already ruined it for me.” “Is that why you chose to become a divorce attorney?” We… Continue reading I’m Not That Shallow
For today's daily prompt, Hidden, I used an excerpt from Kalorama Road my latest novel which I hope to finish by Fall 2017. The closer I get, the more fearful I become. I have no idea what lies beyond those doors, perhaps dangerous criminals ready to interrogate rigorously before I invade their private sanctum. And… Continue reading Hidden
She chose a traditional life embolden by others a husband, child, white-shingled house gated, harmonized picket fences a world of dreams, lollipops, and roses tea and scones shared with the ladies a respectable fate meticulously fashioned in Klein and fragrant posies faces perfectly rosy a paper doll rigidly molded coming unglued and yearning to unfold a dormant… Continue reading A Better World View
Displeased with an unjust aristocracy, my Ill-at-ease, combat-boot, pistol packing protagonist Saddles her bag and crosses a moonlit bridge leading Away from her dystopian Society ravaged with politicians Touting equality and proposing Remedies riddled with ambiguities, my Outraged protagonist flees iniquity for Utopia where the populace matters not just a Shameful wealthy few Copyright… Continue reading Disastrous
I forgot miles of crimson soil burning red in Alabama sun I forgot the feel of earth velvety rich between my toes I forgot the smell of dirt after a thunderstorm steaming bread freshly baked I forgot childish play in Alabama clay fingers glazed with mud pie batter I forgot tranquil car rides on hidden… Continue reading I Forgot Crimson Soil
It’s important for writers not only to write consistently, but also to read, and read a lot, especially in their genre of choice. I grew up reading many different genres, but none have fascinated me as much as Magical Realism which has inspired my writing greatly. Magical Realism (Magic Realism, Fabulism) is a genre encompassed not… Continue reading Magical Realism
A steady ritual starts at five when the sun barely shines A somnolent rise despising time’s constant ticking prompt Make haste, don’t be late, chop-chop, get up I lay aestheticized In a numbing malaise, moxie escapes traverse my mind Til pungent aromas inspire my rise toward a closer destination I linger, sipping dark-roast indulgence Til time tick-tocks… Continue reading Five O’clock
Tethered to desk and steel quill, toes rapping, fingers tapping an ever so slight facial mapping explodes epiphany quelling deep deliberation, impelling ink on paper a discordance of metal savages tranquility eliciting colorful ephemeral memories of bangles jangling on a breeze, swatting bees plucking leaves, climbing trees carefree days with not a worry running,… Continue reading Carefree
I’m a passenger on a predestined journey Guided by hands I cannot see When I stumble she pulls positioning me forward When I fall she lifts with inspiring energy When I fumble and flop she swerves not deterred In a range of angles, I cannot see No constraints can defeat my invisible Marionette Who… Continue reading Gossamer Hands
Okay, I couldn’t help but be a little ridiculous with today's word prompts, snack and magnet. The first thought that came to mind was mindless snacking sticking to my gluteus maximus. 🙂 A snack is a magnet to my back not my spine, literally my behind molded in svelte lines my derriere must not… Continue reading Mindless Snacking