The Writing Dream

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could all do what we love most in life and still live comfortably? We see people doing exactly that all the time—high-profile winners, superstars,…

Poetry Post: Conjuration Catena

Conjuration Catena   Night House silent I shift and rise Eyes falling on A shadow in the hall An apparition in the shape of you Clinging beside the door frame…

Flash Fiction: The Signet

THE SIGNET   “You cheated me,” the familiar voice whispered. The shadows folded in on themselves, and a dark figure coalesced before the unopened crypt. Its features morphed like smoke…

THE STORIES WE TELL OURSELVES

We are the stories we tell ourselves. Stories about ourselves and others, and the world around us. Stories that spring from our memories, from our imaginations. Stories we hear and…

Poetry Post: Sympathy Cards

Sympathy Cards   It isn’t always bright lights and butterflies. It isn’t always warm sun and honeycombs. Sometimes, the darkness creeps in. Sometimes, bad things happen. Sometimes, the air grows…

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