Oh sweet Calliope, why do you withdraw?Demurely you beckon from a warmer shore:While I stand in the frozen forest and wait for the thaw,Helplessly I watch the fog obscure the one I adore;The music of your lyre swims in my head,I’m entranced and inspired but the story won’t come,If I jump in and swim to … More Sonnet #3 – Writer’s Block
The weight of the body was much heavier than Temperance Prower expected. Tied at his hands and feet and hung upside down on a long pole – like a buck after it’s been felled – the women panted as they marched through the darkening woods. Temperance and the others took turns in twos carrying the … More Hathorne’s Sacrifice
Summer snaps without warning, the wind has a bite, Women mounted on brooms are all taking flight. Black cats hiss and howl, run around in a craze, Bats flap in the dark through forests ablaze, Milky roiling fog closes in on the night. The belladonna is blooming, so is wolfsbane, Overhead the moon shines through … More Halloween
Daphne pulled herself out of the steaming pool. The boiling water beaded on her milky blue skin. Dusk was settling behind the line of trees in the distance, giving the barren white landscape a rosy glow. Steam sizzled and twisted into the air around Daphne while she opened and closed her fist, gazing at the last rays … More Colter’s Mermaid
Everyday I go to work at the library, Day-to-day our patrons always vary. Along comes this stranger, I didn’t sense danger: But nevertheless, I thought to be wary. It started out innocently enough: He asked about my hair and how I got it to fluff. “I can’t use products; it’s not manly,” he said. “No one cares what … More No Thanks, I’m Married
Hermione Granger tapped her toe and shifted the books in her arm. It was 9 o’clock already by her watch, yet, the Monomouthshire Public Library’s little green door stood stubbornly shut. At ten years old, the bushy-haired, buck-toothed, brown-skinned girl was the youngest of the three people waiting to get inside. From behind her, Hermione heard … More Hermione Granger and the Public Library
About women what can be said? They persist and resist, Thriving in this atmosphere of dread. Looking skyward she raises her fist: “We are not going away!” Determined and angry, beautiful and proud, Women march together today, They will not be cowed. A vagina or uterus does not a woman make: A brain, a passion, … More Sonnet #1 – About Women
Eleanor Abbot looked down at the pile of steaming mush in front of her and wiped damp hair out of her eyes. Ichabod – the black cat – glared at her from across the table. “I know it’s bad, Ichabod,” Eleanor groaned and collapsed onto a nearby chair, “you don’t need to look at me like that.” The … More The White Cape
Ronnie can hear the spokes on her bike whistling as she breezes past canal Zwanenburgwal. A fine mist hangs over the city, and the cold bites at her bare hands. With one hand on her handlebars, she breathes hot air onto the other. When she switches hands to warm the other, her wheels makes a … More Rembrandt’s Bed
Keira’s stomach flipped as her feet slid a few inches, her arms splayed out for balance.
“Thanks,” she grumbled to the fellow student who stopped to help pick up the scattered contents of her black portfolio. The person, or possibly monster, it was hard to tell under the bundle of winter clothes, nodded and continued on their hunched trek. … More Show Me Everything
The Ohioan 