From the Spirit of Already-Written Words

Girlie, these are sacred things, Your passion swells the wells of springs; The tap from it runs plentifully, And would fill up empty cavities, it seems. But your sapphire insides, that hide unthrived, Will fester the rest of you, doubtless, in time. You’ve stoppered your own adit, dear, Leaving blues of fervor unmined in there.... Continue Reading →

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The Bezoar

Was it delusion? Few among us would argue that it wasn't But be assured, their ghastly footsteps came by a dozen In that seclusion With wooded life glaring at me on despairing knees. Leaf unto limb they crumbled underfoot from behind me. First they snickered Not contempt nor trickery did the sepulchral spooks bring. Though... Continue Reading →

The Rawalpindi Mothers

      A mother’s example must be of the utmost perfection, Farazeen repeated her mantra. A few strands of hair escaped onto her forehead from under her hijab. She jammed them back underneath the silky fabric, frustrated. Disappointment swelled for her careless job in fastening her hair that day. The perfumed laundry detergent she’d... Continue Reading →

Josephine & Jordyn

Saturday, June 16, 1816 Dear Diary, Never has there been a more delighted girl than me.  This morning, shortly after I’d given the chickens their morning feed, Father told me he needed to speak with me.  He then surprised me with this heavenly, leather-bound diary!  My olfactory sense leapt when opening its crisply fresh pages.... Continue Reading →

An Incident Under the Stars

http://www.buzzsprout.com/75459/454944-koldkast-a-horror-podcast-3 (A podcast selected and performed my story.  Click the link to listen.) “I think I'm just too nice,” was the answer she gave to his question.  Immediately, she recoiled at her own words, recognizing the moronic simplicity of them, sinking down into the driver's seat.  She was glad that she didn't have to see... Continue Reading →

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