Night Lights | Short Story

Twilight had taken over our path and the leaves glowed amber with the last rays of sunlight as night began to take its place. We had thought it would be a good idea: a romantic, sweet evening watching the sunset from the top of the hill, with the dusk settling in just as we finished…

Blog? What Blog?

Oh that’s right, this blog!   No, I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth. No, I haven’t stopped writing. Life just happened again,

Moved, Blocked, Progressing

It just hit me today that I haven’t posted on here in the longest of all my platforms. There were reasons. Many of them. Moving, traveling, anxiety, therapy, first anxiety attack in 3 months, getting myself on track with everything. A lot of it comes down to something that I think a lot of creative…

Shared Ideas | Short Story

Coffee cup rings were the most consistent adornment of his tiny desk, shoved into the corner of the spare room. It wasn’t much, but it was his. On some days it didn’t feel like much to him either, but most days it was his salvation.

Stolen Stars | Short Story

That night, I stole the stars. There were so many I didn’t think anyone would notice, so I reached up, and plucked one, like a cherry ripe with the season, and studied it in my hands.

Whelp, Its Been a Month

Which is way way longer than I ever like to go without posting. 2 weeks is my usual, and I like to keep it that way.

Shield Maidens | Poetry

CW: references to assault/victim blaming   Oceans ripple, then rise, then come crashing at the feet of a woman wronged and discarded as soon as her mouth has released the words, indelible now that they have their place on the world. She cannot retreat behind the borders of false allies now.

The Forest of Lescha | Short Story

Wherever there is true darkness there are those who will be drawn to it. Some will be drawn by the desire to change or extinguish the dark with their own gift of blinding light, while others will seek only to revel in it, to absorb its chaos and stand at the center of its swirling storm. Others though, will seek to chain it, bridle it and use it as a beast of burden, better suited to the abuse of its station than those who drive it.

Short Story | Last Days of Summer

This story was originally created for my supporters over at Patreon.         She walked the familiar path towards the lake, the buzzing electrical light on the post of the dock a bobbing  beacon that hid and reappeared behind tree branches and brush. All around her the sound of tree frogs echoed and…

Narrow Down Education and Artists

Hi, my name is Zoe and I’m a writer. Hi, my name is Zoe and I’m a painter. Hi, I’m a photographer Hi, I’m a designer Hi, I’m an . . .   It took a really long time for me to be willing to fill the end of that sentence with the word “Artist”. I…

Spreading a Little Love, Support and Inspiration

I noticed  a couple of years ago that when asked for your inspirations or influences, most people would provide examples of extremely high level people in their fields. While this is true of everyone, there seems to be an odd hesitance to recognize people who are not world famous as being an influence on your…

Short Story | Fire and Brimstone

She heard a crack as he entered the small clearing, a branch having given way beneath a boot, and his long jacket swept the ground, leaving just the slightest trail in the dirt behind him. She hadn’t been able to see him in the dark, but then again you could rarely see them clearly in…