Tag Archives: dark fantasy

Today’s queer poem is brought to you by:

A party. Neon lights. A search for self-worth. Witches and dead things and the moon. I wrote this poem (or poetic short story?) about the struggle to exist in this world. “Here is for all the queer people, me, you, us. For our frustration and heartbreak, for the permission to exist that isn’t granted, butContinue reading “Today’s queer poem is brought to you by:”

Mirror, mirror, rippling water/a majorly revised opening scene

This is from my story Graveyard of Lullabies. I’m comparing Recent revisions vs. the original chapter 1 posted to my blog a year ago. *** Today is the day I bleed aquamarine. The blue-green liquid soaks into my fuzzy pillow, spreading like melted ice. I blink at it. It is a nice pillow. But first:Continue reading “Mirror, mirror, rippling water/a majorly revised opening scene”

January 31st, 2022/tales in the winter night

Today’s Prompt: How do you feel when you look at the stars? Remember when Aukai told you stories of his people, how they had ancient star charts, how they used the length between thumb and finger to measure the horizon? He said the stars were really distant suns, some of them other colors. You justContinue reading “January 31st, 2022/tales in the winter night”

Cory’s Story: tell the timeless waters

…this place seems timeless. Magical. Enchanted. Winnie, can you hear me? Cory. Yes. I do hear you. I’m not close enough to the front to see. What’s going on? This desert is red, like Ribbon said. Spoke. Explained. Anything else? Yes. Plenty. I walk, and nothing changes. I am hungry, but continue to walk. IContinue reading “Cory’s Story: tell the timeless waters”

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.