Published inScrittura·5 days agoMember-onlyGoodbye, James BrennanA break from prompt week to celebrate James — Goodbye, my friend. A few days back, some of us that are connected on social media learned that our dear friend and co-writer on several publications, James Brennan, passed away. I will take a break from the prompt series this week, to both create a space where we can speak…Scrittura4 min readScrittura4 min read
Published inScrittura·Sep 8Member-onlyFury of the Genie2nd Friday Prompt: retell a known tale — Thousands of years, marinating in anger. Thousands of years of purifying the red-hot tip of anger’s spear, through the white-hot oxy-acetylene torch of concentrated time. Thousands of years of that heat encapsulated in the cold nitrogen ice of anger hardened by the passage of eternity. The first thousand years there…Prompt6 min readPrompt6 min read
Published inScrittura·Aug 25Member-onlyThe In-between Places4th Friday Prompt: something in between — Tucked away, out of sight. Somewhere in the folds of the in-between places, I lie. Not quite dead, not quite alive. Not quite asleep, not quite awake. Creature of the twilight, I open my eyes at dawn, and once more at dusk. In those in-between endless hours, I lie waiting…Prose Poem3 min readProse Poem3 min read
Published inScrittura·Jul 28Member-onlyWe Must Not Be Seen4th Friday Prompt: recall a dream — I am certain I will be seen. And if I am seen, it will all be over. I hear the rushing in of the moonlit ocean, and wonder if the tide will soften the sand underneath the house we are in. And I pause at the “we” my mind has…Prompt4 min readPrompt4 min read
Published inScrittura·Jul 14Member-onlyPacing in Las Vegas2nd Friday Prompt: what does this city mean to you? — Forty-three missed calls. My breath catching my throat, I rushed to the elevators, dialing with one hand. Minutes later, the noise of the hotel had receded. Replaced with the loud pounding of my heart, the only sound I could hear now. I walked to the window, the absurdity of Vegas…Prompt4 min readPrompt4 min read
Published inScrittura·Jun 23Member-onlyLightning: A Prose Poem4th Friday Prompt: borrow from this quote — Lightning never travels in a straight line. Until that day, the day we met for the first time. I was subliminally aware of a kind of danger, some sort of underlying pulse that was unknown, and potentially combustible. So, I ran away. For days after, I could feel the texture…Prompt4 min readPrompt4 min read
Published inScrittura·Jun 9Member-onlyThe Gap: A Prose Poem2nd Friday Prompt: Dissociation — Shock leads to the gap, a blanket of clouds thrown on you to protect you, making you temporarily forget. Forgetting the words that were said and the sharpness of jugular veins, bursting with the cacophony of shrieking birds. The gap is a strange place, a limbo of sorts…Prompt3 min readPrompt3 min read
Published inScrittura·May 26Member-onlyBlack Seed: A Prose Poem4th Friday Prompt: Let the Image Lead You — Who am I? Where do I begin, and where do I end? There, where my imagination laces the bottoms of the silver clouds, underlining the approach of the witching hour Or there, hidden in the sand, where I lost a turquoise earring watching you walk away, its mate now sitting…Prompt4 min readPrompt4 min read
Published inThe Howling Owl·May 17Member-onlyOrange to IndigoA Prose Poem — By then, the sun was dipping its manicured feet into the orange oceanic vat. By then, the ocean had permeated me in every possible way. My nostrils were full of its spirit, my pores more salt and sand than skin and flesh. …Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inThe Howling Owl·Apr 19Member-onlyShrapnelFree Verse — One drop of dignity Is worth its weight in gold Grace leaves the wings of my fingers, ribboning outwards, surreal in its delicacy But there they are again, vile knives slicing through, shreds of grace’s ribbons lying in a bloody heap On the floor where dignity sat atop its assured…Free Verse1 min readFree Verse1 min read
