I Just Want a Happy Fucking Ending
I still tasted the last of the toothpaste. The minty feeling reminding me I’d have to replenish both bathrooms if there was anything left between bills and food. Hell, my family might have to go a...
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Posting My Flash Fiction & Poetry Didn’t Kill Me (Opinion)
I started my blog in March 2014 with the purpose of creating a place for my fiction. I wanted to launch an author career and get my pieces seen. That didn’t happen. I procrastinated by writing a slew...
View ArticleThe Joy Ticker
Question, why does joyFeel temporary? As if an intermissionBetween tribulations? A ragged, painful breathPost marathon? As if being brokenIs natural? Credits Photo: Vintage Clocks by Heather Zabriskie...
View ArticleA Lucid Dream
I can feel her beside me when I close my eyes. If I focus hard enough, I can almost smell her shampoo each time our rotary fan turns its gaze her way. I try my best not to disturb my lucid dream of...
View Article“I’m Fine.”
She was here. Physically. But not really. Mentally. She’s in limbo. Like between sleeping and awake. Like between breathing and not. An elaborate veneer of external liveliness. Credits Photo: Woman...
View ArticleLeftovers
There was nothing like it. Their first kiss. The way they’d fallen in love. The loneliness that existed before and the salvation he brought. She could see a life with him: a house, a little dog, and...
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Every Bit of Me
The following is an excerpt from my upcoming ebook, Musings from Rock Bottom. Details are below! Every bit of meWants to believe weAre real, that inOur silences, a chord,Silvery, binds us...
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I launched a newsletter + a free ebook!
Skip Around Why Subscribe?The Free EbookEbook TeaserThe sign up form Hey guys! Today I launched my monthly newsletter and a free ebook for new subscribers. I’ve wanted to launch this newsletter since...
View ArticleOur Escape
I want to be alone… with someone who wants to be alone.Dimitri Zaik We rented a motel room in a city far away from our respective lives. The moment we entered, we killed our phones then sequestered...
View ArticleThe Death Sentence
The year is 3020 and time travel is an execution method. A few years back, it was a hopeful science experiment. “Humanity’s next great breakthrough,” said World Union’s propagandists. It earned them a...
View ArticleA Treasure of Nightmares
There is nothing more torturous than an agitated mind. It’s like a treasure chest of unspoken riches Selfishly guarded, every jewel meticulously analyzed Accumulating over a short time– Epiphanies,...
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My Writer’s Journey so far… (aka Hello!)
For the last two years, I’ve been on what I could only describe as a personal journey. Almost like a Hero’s Journey (or a Writer’s Journey ). The beauty of the Hero’s Journey model is that it not only...
View ArticleThe Well Intended
I thought of the future, and spoke of the past. ~Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories My son, forgive me I tried to show my angels But taught my demons Written for dVerse ~ Poet’s...
View ArticleA Peaceful Summer Afternoon
A shaded balcony Chlorine wafting from the pool like a Siren's song Children's laughter Scrape of colorful chalk, tattooing concrete Flowers in bloom Red petals dancing in summer's light Cyclist...
View ArticleMy August Childhood
The water hose hissed and, for a moment,The faint scent of sunbaked rubberFilled the humid air. Water tickled small, laughing bodiesRunning barefoot through lush grassPeppered with dried needle...
View Article“I’m Fine.”
She was here. Physically. But not really. Mentally. She’s in limbo. Like between sleeping and awake. Like between breathing and not. An elaborate veneer of external liveliness. Credits Photo: Woman...
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A Letter to Writers who are Parents (my guest post on NaNoWriMo)
Between late night feedings, tantrums, and saying “don’t eat that!” for the umpteenth time, I wondered how authors balanced their careers with parenting. So I googled and regretted it . Not only is...
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Untroubled (my poem) was Published by Redrosethorn Magazine
My haibun, Untroubled, was published in Redrosethorn’s second annual issue: Home/Belonging. Born in South Africa, raised in Cape Town, moved to Nelspruit, and immigrating to California, Kritsy Anne...
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Books on My Fall Tbr
“My cozy fall tbr” posts flooded my socials last week, so I wanted to write my own minus the “cozy.” The titles on my list are spooky-ish, speculative, thrilling, or just weird enough to get my...
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