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Flash Fiction Writing

everything in its right place

I remember thinking refineries produced clouds, dream factories spilling fluffy hope into the sky. But then I grew up and saw that they were just fountains pumping poison down through our nostrils until they ate our lungs away. Still as I drive past, I see the smoke sloughing out of the chimneys and can’t help but find it beautiful even as I breathe the death deep down into my veins.…

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Poetry Writing

simple little thoughts.

The lawn gnomes had all lost their hats and the one that was my favorite, the one that held a flower, had walked away from our lawn after he pulled me into him on my doorstep after our first date. I pictured the gnome’s little face twisted into contempt as he started at this man who had held my door for me all night and smiled at me as I…

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Poetry Writing

daisy’s last poem

It was with eloquent larceny that he gained my eloquent heart. He snuck inside with pernicious claws, easily removing my brain and beating organs, replacing it with liquid nitrogen and venom. That first kiss felt like riding through a carwash, locked inside a phantasmagoric dishwasher of colors. But all of my paint chipped clean away, leading to a final kiss of lead and decay. via *…

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Poetry Writing

warning

Healthy raspberry scented flames burned through the cathedral of his heart. They whipped out and reverberated down his spinal chord where she had touched him. Her worshipping fingers were brought to justice one by one. With each tentative tip toe of her fingertips down his spine, the flames grew hotter. Wilder. Eager to eat her hands. She had selected this fate, willing to let her fingerprints dissolve for the chance…

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Thoughts

time

Time is the most precious substance in the world, isn’t it? We are all fighting to control time and earn more time. Fighting to use our time wisely or waste it in better ways. I wish I had more time to do the things I love, but I don’t because I’m stuck doing other things I love. School is so much. I’m writing papers, but not poems. I’m learning so…

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Thoughts

This Part is for Her

Weeks ago, I went back to the city I was sad in for two years. I was terrified to set foot on that red Cedar soil, especially knowing I would be seeing people who knew me back then. But, much to my naïve surprise, although the city was the same (minus a few new fast food conglomerates) the people had changed. They had grown as I had even though I expected…

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Thoughts

Be Prolific Series: Latoya Rhodes

You know it’s going to be a good interview when you ask the woman you are interviewing if they prefer actor or actress and their immediate response is, “Fuck yeah, I’m an actress. I am a woman and I am an actress.” I’ve known about Latoya for years as she went through the same high school theater program as I did years before me. I’ve always considered the experience life…

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Flash Fiction Writing

self perception and cookie dough

There was an errant spot of ice cream on the tiled kitchen floor from the prior week spent laughing and drinking cheap wine around the kitchen island. They had sat on the floor passing a spoon back and forth, an ordinary couple with ordinary scars and ordinary hearts beating close together. She watched as he raised the spoon to his mouth and a small teardrop of creamy sugar landed between…

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Thoughts

Be Prolific Series: Chris Bodily

It’s interesting to be someone associated vaguely with the art world. You end up seeing people time and time again, circle past each other in your own groups, sharing a smile here and there,  but never really talking with each other. I’ve known Chris Bodily, or known of him I guess I should say, for years since I lived in Cedar City, Utah a few years ago. I’ve always adored…

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Novel Writing

while I was away

Hello, my lovelies. I haven’t been on here as often lately but I promise there is a very good reason for that. Here, let me show you. I finally finished my novel. Longtime readers of this blog will know that I’ve been working on this bad boy since November 2013 when I challenged myself to participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and I won, writing 50,000 words that month.…

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