The applause was thunderous as Adalia Trevino bowed at the waist, lowering the top of her head in mute acceptance of the audience’s adoration. It would seem her encore piece was well received, then. Her limbs were still trembling from the rush of emotion and adrenaline that final aria always evoked in her. She stood […]
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Time and Energy Are Two Separate Things
Yesterday I saw a writer/creative/influencer say something along the lines of “if you had time to watch the Depp/Heard trial, you have time to write that book.” The comments were full of people shouting things like “preach!” and “say it again for those in the back!” but it struck me the wrong way the moment […]
Continue ReadingOperation Octopi (Flash Fiction)
You’d think that by now I’d be used to three a.m. wake-ups from a spiteful octopus. Nothing can really desensitize you to the feeling of cold, wet suction cups wrapping around your ankles, though, no matter how often it happens. Besides, Greg has an uncanny knack for waiting just long enough between nighttime escapades to […]
Continue ReadingBeach-wise
The first day at the beachI scoured the sand, pacing for mileshungry to find something in which to carry away my memorieslike a scrap of paperI could origami and tuck into the spiraling staircase of a conch shellor a moon snail’s once loved homeas though the sea owed me anything. On my second day at […]
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October stings my nostrils:the scent of harvest, skunk,and smoldering leaves heavy with dust and recent twilight.Gravel crunches patiently underfoot,monologuing in earthy tones on sediment and sand.Brittle air pinches my cheeksand the gentle roundness of your ears until they blush from the attention,red as summer, cold as frost.
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