With her Hand in Mine
Her hand in his is warm, a mirror of the sun on his face. Though his steps are slow she
Author: Wren
The Experiment
I whimper, pull the sleeping bag tighter over my head. His arms around me are strong, secure, but nothing feels
The Fable of the Bear
My mother used to tell me the fable of the mother bear and its cub. The story is a simple
The Return
You may have noticed there was no Lucid Dreaming post this week – that is because the novel undertaking is
Orange Blossoms
This poem was originally published in an anthology called Revolution of the Undertones, by Scrap Paper Press. It’s no longer
Be Still
Original published in Crow Toes Quarterly, a now defunct magazine. Once upon a time, in a small house on a
A Brief Hiatus
Hello my loyal follows. How quiet you are! You would have made excellent children in the 1800s. But I digress.
Annalee Cott
Annalee Cott sometimes forgets to breathe. From a distance the city looks so beautiful. She can sit in the park
The Six-Penny Jazz
In the six-penny den where the gamblers drink and rub gold coins between shaking fingers they pretend is just a
Once Upon My Fairy Godmother
You’d think having a fairy godmother would be great. Everyone loves the scene where the fairy godmother takes a mouse