Tag: writing
A Most Troubling Bonfire
He laughed. “Not enough family drama for a first date.” I raised an eyebrow. “My parents dying isn’t enough drama for you?” He reminded me of a cartoon in that moment and I thought his eyes would pop out of his head,Luna Lovegood
In the middle of the room, the only space with bigger than a foot of space to walk, Luna was on top of an unbalanced pile of chairs she stacked herself so she could finish her painting on the ceiling. Looking down on her were the intricately painted faces of her friends: Harry, Ron, Hermione, ...No Writing November: Writing Woes II
November, for me, usually involves the intense drive to finish a novel. This year I have no motivation even to open a word document. I tend to go through periods where I believe I can’t write and hate all of my characters. One solution I have is to completely start from scratch. I can start ...Rainy Days In Medusa’s Garden
Rainy days all look the sameWhen you’ve been frozen in placeA statue standing thereMedusa tending the garden A calm day then the sky turnsThe clouds gray as my skinMedusa with her umbrellaAs she fixes the cracks in me Gentle taps upon my forearmA bit of magic fixes themWinter made scars she erasesOh how cruel the ...- LifestyleHealth & WellnessNonfictionCultureMediaParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsMemoir & AutobiographiesEnvironment
Is That Really What You Want?
“If my dog isn’t welcome, then I’m not going.” That was the topic sentence of a post I read recently on social media. Then the post went on to extol their dog’s virtues in great detail. I’m all for loving our pets, but this statement annoyed me like a mosquito in the ear. Let me ... Going Insane: Part Two
Jerry’s mom had used the opportunity to get in front of us and slammed her brakes almost at the exact same time Isaac did. It was like he had prepared for her to hit the brakes as they stopped in sync. The five of us shot forward as he hit the brakes to avoid a ...Time Or The Fitful Passing Of
In the middle of the night, it’s an alarm blaring Into the small bedroom, in the last door on the right. I don’t own a clock- I own a body. In a body is a clock. The growing hour is a breath in my lungs. I sit at my desk, the hardwood beneath my pale ...- Parenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionMemoir & AutobiographiesEntertainmentNonfictionCreativity
Going Insane: Part One
"...At least this way I can actually drive a stolen car and get away with it,” He joked. Glow In The Dark Stars
The following poem is from Lo Potter’s upcoming collection “Celestial Navigation” set for release in September 2021 it’s funny how only a great time laterwe take real personal meaning from dreams.when I dreamt that my bed was safe,because you would make it so.and those stars we pointed to,making constellations in our minds,slowly learning direction,teaching me ...










