Tag: Writing

  • Lions and Asians and Lit Bits, OH MY!

    Full transparency: I’ve been one foot in the grid and one foot off for some time now. My writing has taken a backseat to introspection and a desire for tactile satisfaction–I want to see, to hear, to touch, to taste. It’s been a great honor and privilege that my family and community have rallied around […]

  • Deconstructing Design: Joy in a World Where ‘Wild Things Will Roam’

    Deconstructing Design: Joy in a World Where ‘Wild Things Will Roam’

    I ran a poll several months ago to ask what scene(s), if any, readers might want to see deconstructed. One of the suggestions that caught my attention was a snippet that actually happens off screen and spans only two paragraphs, but serves as the height from which the story is dropped in the last quarter. The reason the reader suggested this scene is exactly aligned with the purpose that I hoped it would serve: “It’s such a nice moment before everything gets flipped on its head.”

  • Faster Horses.

    We don’t always know what we need. The broader picture eludes us–we aren’t looking from a vantage that shows all the budding technologies, the waxing and waning socioeconomic trends, or even the small undercurrents sweeping through our relationships. We see the world through our window–though it may be beautiful, it’s very limited. During my 200 […]

  • Prologue.

      “One. Two. Three.” They stopped saying ‘toss’ twelve bodies ago. Leaving the word implied, Carian and another man released a teenager into the all-devouring pit. Was it still a teenager? Was there age in death? Liv’s twelve years hadn’t set much precedent for catastrophe, and her mind whiplashed with questions like these. Were they […]

  • Short Story: For Rent

    Short Story: For Rent

    Did a Twitter #photostoryprompt that I thought I’d share as a #shortstory. Had to use the word #prison: |  It was supposed to be our fresh start. But when I looked at the linen walls or the laminate countertops, I couldn’t see that the place was on fire. I saw our future, not the soot […]

  • Short Story: The Trapeze

    Short Story: The Trapeze

    “There’s blood in my mouth,” she realized suddenly. Her eyes shot open, the vibrant stripes of the big tent overhead sparkling with the bright lights of her concussion. The trapeze swung without her like an empty taunt, hypnotizing the audience as they held their breath, craning their necks to see if her limp body might […]

  • Short story: Left, Right, Left.

    Short story: Left, Right, Left.

    | With each step, his heavy feet moved left, left, left, right, left. The shrapnel just below the muscle on his side ached, a sign of impending rain. The “oblique,” the physical therapist had called it, though nowadays it was more oblong, or overgrown, a landscape of blood, muscle, and bone encompassing that remaining piece […]