A soul moves in its fiction and truth. The art of here and now heals. There are no answers, just choices experienced.
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First Saturday October
My latest release, Life Cycle of an Uber Driver Part 3 is free and available to read. This month, our driver may or may not be starting a new romance. If you're preparing for NanoWrimo in November. October is a good time to begin preparing your story for the Writing Sprints next month. Preparation is… Continue reading First Saturday October
Missing
I miss my drive to work. I miss the traffic. I miss the frenzy of morning. I remember grabbing things, forgetting where I left my keys, and insisting on the coffee, which I don't drink, just to accomplish one more thing before I left. It's strange to miss surviving or the way the break-room smelled… Continue reading Missing
Empty Hand
There is an empty hand in the center of the fortress. The light sways over head. The stronghold opens and closes. There is a force field of sound drumming shock-waves of breath. We breathe here. We know things will be alright. I was watching the news the other day, counting the bodies, praying during the… Continue reading Empty Hand
Cluttered Space
I thought I did this for convenience...