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Before the Castle Gates Close – Flash Fiction

The hallucinated movements in my peripheral vision are tricks of the fatigue. The Queen walked this same journey’s path to her new throne. I wonder, did her cloak become frayed and torn from the thistles and brush constantly clawing, holding her back?  How did this trail look with hope calling from the destination? How does […] more

GMO’s, Genetically Modified Humans, and Miracles

** A friend of my family proudly reiterates his relation to the man who invented the boysenberry.  Seems odd to say “invented” yet I’m pretty sure that’s the term he uses. “Inventing” food is happening all the time in labs around the world. All the while other food varieties- maybe once natural, are dying off […] more

I am not a Poet

I am not a poet. Sometimes, I write poetry. I am not a teacher, still I train and coach. I am not a student though I continue to learn. I am not an engineer, and yet I question the universe and try to mold a new future, or maybe invent an impossible one, I fear. […] more

5 Songs to Encourage Your Bless-ed AdventureS

It’s my birthday week and I’m contemplative. Having an August birthday comes with the “end of summer” and always feels a little like Lana’s, that “Summertime Sadness.” You know, melancholy with a touch of let’s-live-while-we-can feeling. (Plus it has the line, “You’re the best, baby” which, of course, makes me think Marcus wrote bits of […] more

If I Bear Your Lie

“You lied.” “I wanted to help.” Serynn replied. “If I force you to tell the truth, the church will hang you.” Doran said, “If I bear your lie, allow you to arm me with your ignorance, I shall die in tournament.” “In truth,” Peter spoke, “You’ve little chance of living through tournament as ‘tis.” “Thank […] more

“The Ring” and the Stories Around It

  “Melissa loved to sit quietly in her room and write down her innermost thoughts and feelings.” Her sister, Laura, told me. I never knew Melissa, but I relate. I relate because of how as a teenager I, too, wrote to let the words comfort me and help carve my sense of place in the […] more

My Letter from Ernest

2015 was a huge learning year. With Marcus’ book and my own, with touring, with marketing and publishing, plus with life in general… And, of course, with craft. Last year I moderated a writer’s panel and gave out the prompt, *Write a letter to yourself from an author you respect.*  Dear Writers, listen up to […] more

In Which I Explain

Today I am going to try to explain myself, this website, its name and purpose, but not necessarily in that order. Not necessarily in any order, as a matter of fact. I think I’ll start with answering a few “why’s” instead. Why did I create this website? I created as a platform builder for […] more

Leave Your Soul

  I know this is true because I am suddenly very tired. A wave of fatigue that is undeniable and almost unbearable crashes over me whenever I touch onto the truth with my words.The weight that settles into my chest dares me to go forward, to push through and into the deepest and sometimes darkest […] more

After Each Fall, I…

. Perhaps I carried more weight than I could bear. Perhaps I mismanaged the weight, or I’ve just tried to move ahead too quickly without watching the path. After each fall, I rise a little damaged, a little bruised, a little shaken by the misstep. My knees in particular, the key movable joints to my […] more