quick announcement post

Literally being super quick about this. I’m working on posting the whole story of Graveyard of Lullabies to buymeacoffee. Go check that out if you’re interested. Here’s a poem for December to allay my conscious of trying to post a poem every month, and failing in November, unless you count a poem I posted onContinue reading “quick announcement post”

Cory’s Story: this glow growing in the dark

Hello!
Hello. How are you? I like your door.
I can make it glow. Do you like glowing things? Glowing things are my favorite. They’re bright and sunny and happy.

Cory’s Story: when the moon fell to the empty ocean and cried

I believe in magic.
Good for you, I guess.
I always will.
Okay. I was going to introduce myself. The name’s Cory.
Magic doesn’t stop being magic. I asked it.

Cory’s Story: Giants’ bodies and a courage to pretend

I have a question, Cory.
Yes?
Why are you all giants?
I suppose it must seem that way, with your small door in these large hallways. I don’t know. I hadn’t ever thought of myself as a giant.

Cory’s Story: The drooping cactus and trips for snow

Cory stuffed his head under the pillows, drowning out the sounds of shouting. The bed still shook though. Like vicious tides through bedposts and mattress.
Lifting pillowcase fringe from his vision, he stared at the window, through the empty space in the row of cacti pots. The glittering snow ran like white eraser past the panes.

Cory’s Story: Silent pleas and what Ani sees

Cory’s stomach growled. He took that as a cue to lower his left leg and prop up his right one. He untied Ripple’s boots. Tied them up again. They were dusty boots. Where had they been before this to get dusty boots?