Grief, Absence, and Loss

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket…

(Wo)Man’s Best Friend

With the end of Spring Break and the return to school, the inevitable chain-myself-to-my-desk routine of homework has commenced. It’s time to burn the candle at both ends, balancing school and work, and hope that the creative well can stand a bit more pumping. What a lot of people do not realize, though, is that…

A limerick for Christina: Puppies!

I posted on Twitter that I would write a limerick for ANY topic tweeted back to me. Christina Jones was my first victim volunteer with the topic: PUPPIES! So, in all corniness and laughter, here comes your limerick, Christina: ********** There once was a pup named Abu, Who, to a young family, was welcomed anew!…

Chapter Three = Writer’s Block

One paragraph into chapter three on my fantasy piece and I froze-up. Nothing else will come out of me tonight. Too much on my mind, perhaps. Here’s all I could ring out of the dry sponge tonight: Hate is a powerful emotion. Inali had never known hate prior to the Hanupe attack. Now, the very…