Read time: 3 Mins. Continued from my previous post. Nasrin snapped her fingers. “Come on, there’s no one else here so we can go straight in. Our scenario is that we’re locked in a mansion’s secret cellar and have to open the hidden door.” She led them into a room with hardwood floors and wood-paneled walls. There was a wine cabinet, a large bookcase, a globe, and four tables with seemingly random knick-knacks.

Read time: 3 mins. This is a throwback to my first attempt at running a serialized fiction blog in 2018. Much of what I wrote during that period I've now synthesized into a draft of a novel. This story, while one of my favorites, really had no place in the new narrative. However, that doesn't stop it living on as what I originally created it for in the first place: a blog story.

Read time: 2 mins. I am thrilled to announce my short story, "Serenading a Siren," was just published in Not a Phase: An Ace Anthology from January Ember Press. Published just in time for Asexual (Ace) Awareness Week, the anthology features both fiction and non-fiction stories of characters on the ace spectrum (meaning they experience little or no sexual attraction).

Read time: 1 min. Consider the in-between places where the sea meets the land. Sometimes that's an abrupt concrete wall enforcing artificial separation, other times it's an inclining sand strip that lets the ocean choose her own naturally changing boundaries. Maybe it's a rock mound that grants the water fluidity while still enabling the soil to stand its ground. Whatever form that meeting takes, the environment as a whole still encompasses both elements.

Read time: 1 min. To create as one speaks, to speak the poem into life, and of that poem make a prism for use as eyeglass lenses. The void becomes a rainbow, then. Select a painted photon for a brush. Draw with it the puzzle pieces across the page the Void provides. That page did come blank; the puzzle outlines cut across words, …

Read time: 2 mins. It took a ping-pong ball brushing against her cheek and Isabelle almost knocking her over for Nasrin to accept Virginia’s advice about watching from the doorway rather than the couch in the middle of the room. It happened that all four balls went towards one side of the room, leading to all four players converging at the countertop to hit them at once.

Read time: 1 Min. A narrative poem featured in my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest In solitude she gardened quietly, Julrane, the Dweller of the Sea, Though she never felt alone, For the plants made her gardens home. She treated them as confidants And talked to them as friends or aunts. She’d pot a few to keep on shelves, …

Read time: 1 min. If you scream in the forest and no one's there to hear it, then you've figured out what screaming into the void means. Have you walked alone out here because you couldn't handle their voices - ringing, pinging, liking, reposting - - buzzkill workaholic; work harder - - it's all in your head but respond to it more - …