Dear Readers, Yesterday, I made the common mistake of hitting "publish" before I'd actually finalized a rather sensitive post (a vignette examining a unique and serious job). If you received this post in email format and have already read it, thank you for your readership; however, please note that this post is not yet ready…
Musician vs. Machine
The night breeze whispered through the trees, shuffling their crisp leaves and making them buzz like radio static. It was an unusually beautiful autumn day, but then again, it was January. Always several steps ahead in politics, technology, and accepted morality, Los Angeles remained ever a few months behind when it came to seasons. But…
Royal: A Typewriter Story
I feel I should offer a few disclaimers before you read the following story: I do not drink, but apparently the narrator does. I love typewriters and mean no offense. No cats were harmed in the making of this story. Royal December 23, 2017 It was an impulse buy, totally impractical as demonstrated by the…
Beautiful Lines
As a writer, I spend a great deal of time editing and lamenting over my own work. Admittedly, I probably should spend more time revising papers than text messages, (yay, overthinking!) but in either case I am painfully aware of my weaknesses as a writer. However, sometimes I surprise myself as the ink on my…
Unravel
The irony is that I was unable to write this story for several months due to the demands of the everyday... enjoy! 😉 Unravel Not another! she thought, plucking at a thread on her favorite navy blue jumper. It hurt her to pull on it, she was so fond of the old sweater. With…
The Girl in the Red Dress
I am a pianist, but I have long suffered from stage fright. My junior undergraduate piano recital was yesterday and, true to my philosophy that no art is complete without a proper understanding of other art forms, I used literature such as Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner to create program notes to give greater depth…
Three o’Clock in the Morning
Three in the morning, an hour of woe, Breathes heartache and mourning and deepest sorrow. Its minutes are counted with seconds and sighs As in blanket-mound bed fears dance 'fore sore eyes. The moments just lumber- a funeral dirge- While we, seeking slumber, turn, toss on its verge. The stillness is silence as cold as…
Book Lovers’ Day Announcement
It's Book Lovers' Day! Perfect timing to have my first draft printed! My mom was so amused at my excitement that she turned a picture of my manuscript into a baby announcement. 😂
Requiem: a short story for a conservatory
Note: any resemblance to real places and people is probably not coincidental. 😉 Enjoy! Requiem “Are the rumors true? Are they?” Trent, by far the youngest of the ghosts that inhabited Rowell Hall, rushed through a closed door and into the…
The Same Sun
"There is nothing quite like the moment when an idea strikes and you can whip out your notebook and favorite pen and scrawl away for an hour. I've been going nonstop for weeks now and was overjoyed to have time to write something other than my 30 page political manifesto. (*cries from post-paper-writing trauma*) Anyway,…
