5 Helpful Writing Resources for the First-Time Author
We’ve come a long way since the days of painting stories on cave walls. Just as storytellers have evolved over the centuries, so have their tools…
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In His Place
The man lying on the hospital bed knows that he is dying. Beside him, the heart monitor stutters, falters, returns to a steady pace once more, each time the rhythm slower.
In the Mirror, For My Mother
In the bathwater I see rose petals falling on a little girl in pigtails & sundress reaching for your manicured hand In the mirror I see raindrops
Zenstronomy
Zen of Instruction
You say, “Hey, you know,
that makes a lot of good sense!”
I feel gratified.
Diamond in the Sky
She was already talking about me before I was born. She made the decision that I would be named Jacqueline. She would peek through the bars of my crib and blow me goodnight kisses.
Dear Friend
I know how it feels to be overwhelmed by the darkness and to hide in the warmth of its claws. It can all be shifted in the moment…
Phoenix
This is the great unhappening. If a tree falls in the woods if no one is there to hear if your only child dies a mother unmothered. You sold the van. They are going to set your baby on fire.
An Inch of Life
Markus stood by the closed gate. The airport had been busy that day. He had arrived in plenty of time, gone to the lounge, read the paper.
His Beautiful Death
“Am I dying, Mir?” he asks me, as we lie together in the narrow hospital bed, holding hands in the darkness. I sit up and turn to him. “Yes,” I say simply, “You are, Bri.”