it was just today looking out the window of my car that i saw the trees were dying crumpled into paper figures, a parody of their former selves wrenching, like crooked cursed fingers in the direction of the ground and i their killer. I knew this was no simple thing, like a barren grassless prairie…
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Writer, explorer, and keeper of Alder the dog.
Requiem For A Memory: A Poem
Tonight I wield not a pen but a shovel the grain of wood etching into my palm the dirt gritty, clumped against the blade as I dig a shallow grave for the past. Tonight I carry not a pack on my back but skeletons macabre, grisly smiles dangling over my shoulder, my weightless burden, bones…
Read MorePromised Evenings: A Poem
My heart curls around your fingertip like a slinking cat winding its tail around a corner pressing its bones against the edge aching for release. The cat will chase shadows in the alleys as will I seeking solace in moonlight catching shades like fireflies trapping them in jars wondering when they will materialize into the…
Read MoreWriter Wednesday: Author Interview With Hiba Tahir
For this week’s #WriterWednesday, I’ve invited one of the most inspiring young women I know to The Z-Axis. Hiba Tahir is a high school student with a fierce drive to tell her stories. I have long been impressed with her dedication – after all, I remember the grueling days of high school myself – and…
Read MoreDon’t Think For A Moment That You Meant Nothing: A Poem
Don’t think for a moment that you meant nothing You were as the sun that lifts the fog. You were as a breath of wind that moves a dune of sorrow And carries it to the seas. Don’t think for a moment that you meant nothing You were a raindrop against the veined leaf Magnifying…
Read MoreThe End
A sad announcement today: POROUS will be no more. The story, of course, will live on, but it will breathe a little closer to my chest, tucked into my breast pocket. Noomi and Silas have plenty to tell, but their story needs to be more guarded, more careful, before it sees the light of day.…
Read MoreAgents, Line Up Here! My Version Of A Query Letter
Dear Mr. or Ms. Agent, Hello! You probably don’t know me, but you’re about to. Biblically. Ha ha, get it? No? Your loss. Well. Moving on. My name is Suzanne J. K. Veronica Green Meyer, and I’m thrilled to announce that you’re one of many specially-selected agents who have been invited to fight for the right…
Read MorePorous, Chapter 15: Blooming Of Madness
For those followers new to my blog, this is the newest installment of POROUS, a paranormal / psychological story of a girl named Noomi, who is battling shadows that have haunted her all her life. Are they visual manifestations of a psychological disease, or are they real creatures, determined to suck the life from the world she…
Read MoreYou And I: A Poem
Fingers to the candle Moth to the flame Visions of another life A different kind of pain. A canyon in the alley Between these crowded streets A thousand faces dissipate Hidden in deceit. You and I, ephemeral– Were petrol in the rain Shimmering reflections I’ll never see again. And though that day has fallen With…
Read MoreOn Gratitude
My dearest reader, you who have occasionally, or frequently, perused the pages of this blog – read on. This is for you. I think very often that there’s a certain untruth to the phrase “It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.” We’re taught from a young age to believe in ourselves, and we should. We’re taught…
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