A Restless Reader

Honeysuckle

Tired and hollow, I’ve been scraped of my marrow. There’s little left to love but the hope of it. I used to be so afraid to miss it. Now, I’m…

Borrowed Fleece

A wolf you are in borrowed fleece, With scarlet in your thread. You speak in smiles and silken peace, Yet veil the truth instead. You fooled me once, and once…

The Eversands

Thousands of refugees dotted the rolling sands of West Maeve. Subconscious clusters had formed among them where small likenesses could be found. Sya, however, sat alone. It was a miracle…

Poetry

Honeysuckle

Tired and hollow, I’ve been scraped of my marrow. There’s little left to love but the hope of it. I used to be so afraid to miss it. Now, I’m…

Poetry

Borrowed Fleece

A wolf you are in borrowed fleece, With scarlet in your thread. You speak in smiles and silken peace, Yet veil the truth instead. You fooled me once, and once…

The Everwoods

The Eversands

Thousands of refugees dotted the rolling sands of West Maeve. Subconscious clusters had formed among them where small likenesses could be found. Sya, however, sat alone. It was a miracle…

Poetry

Dichotomy

The closer I draw to you, the farther you slip,A breath away, yet always just beyond my touch.Each step I take feels weighted, slow—For every inch, two more stretch ahead,A…

Poetry

Perfect

P ieced together with every color I’ve imagined. AnE pitome of beauty and wonder—divine. TheR adiance of my soul. New found peace in your wake. GoodF ortune overflowing, I swore…

Poetry

Fear

I am the monster that you seek The Boo Hag The Baba Yaga The witch in the cabin—come to gobble you Plenty—full I am the host of ill will—a master…

Prose

The Paradox

I want to live, though I am prepared to die. I hope it is painless, but I hope it slow—slow, so that I may have the time to thank those…

The Everwoods

The Dome

I was born in the Dome. That’s what we called it, at least. A giant structure built by the Hand—the five human kings and queens left of our world—fortified to…

The Everwoods

Scabs

Regret was an afterthought that had settled into Neha far too deeply as she ventured into the Spog. Scabs, they said, roamed these dark forests. She’d only heard stories, but…

Flash Fiction

There You Are

The sky was a deepening shade of periwinkle, with clouds streaked in gold and pumpkin hues, their edges glowing like embers from the setting sun. It was the kind of…

Poetry

Masking

I sometimes pretend to be someone else,but I quickly find that I don’t like them either.If I’m not comfortable in my own skin,how could I be comfortable anywhere else?Besides, their…

Poetry

The Redwood Guardian

Her silhouette remained stained in his visionStill laying silently on the cold of the pillowGolden hair messy like snapped harp stringsCheeks pressed almond eyes into half-crescents She was the moon—he…

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