The Chosen One

The old man, who had lived too many long years to see the prophecy fulfilled, reached his hand out to her, palm wrinkled and waiting. “You are the chosen one,” he informed her, “and the fate of the world rests in your hands.” Those words hung between them; a crescendo of anticipation vibrated in the silence–likeContinue reading “The Chosen One”

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Excerpt – Albatross

One of my latest projects: a young adult work featuring a Moorish girl who sails with the Spanish Armada and takes on the English when they’ve come to take Puerto Rico. Krakens and sirens and selkies, oh my! Dawn broke over the sky like blood, but Safa had no time to worry about the oldContinue reading “Excerpt – Albatross”

Now I Get Why Hemingway Drank

So I’m halfway through that writing class at my local community college. What I didn’t realize is that I’d be retaking AP English again. I guess my expectations are born of having graduated from undergrad and grad school. As someone who has done workshops before and meets with local writers about once a week, IContinue reading “Now I Get Why Hemingway Drank”

Back to School Again

So I went ahead and decided to drop loot on a Creative Writing class at the local community college. I figure, maybe some education might be nice? Considering my undergrad was in forensic science and I spent more time in a lab than anything. I think it’s interesting how the arts seem to tilt towardsContinue reading “Back to School Again”

the history of the universe is a love story

He began his new life standing up, surrounded by darkness. But, that is not where this story begins. It begins with bird and a star. A bird whose songs caused willows to weep. Its voice rang through dusk and the dawn and all who heard were made beautiful. A star who burned brighter than anyContinue reading “the history of the universe is a love story”

Revolution

Everything is falling apart. That’s what they’re saying, as corporations break apart and billionaires find their vaults have been emptied – as priests and preachers are pulled from their pulpits for demanding the deportation of God (He was wearing a face they didn’t recognize) – as the police are disbanded by children wearing flowers in theirContinue reading “Revolution”

Cream, Two Sugars

She has held corporations in the palm of her hand and refused dinner with the most powerful of men. They end up across the conference table, hands shaking as they attempt to sip their coffee, as strong and black as they thought themselves to be. She prefers hers laced with sugar and cream, every bitContinue reading “Cream, Two Sugars”

Atrophy

It’s been a month. More than a month, actually. What’s terrifying is that, when I forget to write, it’s like a flower wilting. It’s not just forgotten; it becomes desiccated from disuse. It curls up and shrivels and it becomes that much harder to begin again. Like a paralyzed limb succumbing to muscular atrophy. IContinue reading “Atrophy”