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Continue reading →: Crafting IdentityNeedle piercing fabric along my chalk marks.Twisting silver wire on curated stone charms.Vodka plus assorted essential oil drops.Fashion’s a collage. Crayons, paint, and powder, my face the blank page.Wrinkles framing eyes for a stencil, deep darkliner lines take shape with an easy glide.Lipstick’s calligraphic. Verses ground the dream in reflection’s…
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Continue reading →: Literary Revelations’ Haiku for Soulmates
It gives me great pleasure to say Haiku for Soulmates, edited by Gabriela Marie Milton and presented by Literary Revelations Publishing House, is now live on Amazon. I’m honored that my work was accepted into this anthology, and hope you’ll honor this beautiful anthology with your readership. Congratulations to the…
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Continue reading →: Growing Bright SpotsSometimes you don’t realize how much you need encouragement until you see a flower growing through the sidewalk by your office. If this cute little weed can flourish in concrete, then I can pursue artistic expression while negotiating the increasing demands of an office job. In a spreadsheet world,no windows…
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Continue reading →: Novel Excerpt: Hello, SailorRead time: 2 min. An excerpt from my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest. Julrane listened to Nasrin breathing beside her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept in darkness. In the safety of their rooms, Nasrin could take the glamour off and let her veins pour…
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Continue reading →: My work published in Literary Revelations’ Haiku for Soulmates!
Read time: 1 min. their faces ain’t yours(no time to judge their voices)but they fill the void I have to perform(with you I can improvise)but I love to act non-alcoholic wine(basically grape juice)but just so it works If you enjoyed the above haiku, there’s more to love in Literary Revelations’…
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Continue reading →: OscillationsWrithing, howling succubus trapped in man flesh,paint your icon over your hell, my dull face.Such euphoric portraits negate despair’s brawn.Choke us in rapture. Let your angel watch as we dance around threats.When her feather brushes your shrouded horn tip,frantic, fevered arias press our rash needs over my cautions. You can…
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Continue reading →: Last CommunionReading time: 4 mins. Content warning: Religious trauma. “This church’s last potluck, and only two attendees.” “We always said it’d come down to us.” Judith raised her tea glass. “Cheers.” “Cheers.” Susannah clinked her glass against Judith’s. Only the moon through an ill-fitting window lit their repast. Turning on the…
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Continue reading →: Bergamot and Penny Loafers
Read time: 1 min. Safety concerns always forced her into Brent mode at work. If only people knew how much of Judith that still included. She smirked as she applied her invisible lipstick, or, as anyone else would call it, lip balm. Besides the psychological sleight of hand, it helped…
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Continue reading →: The DropRead time: 2 mins. Content warnings: addiction, abuse, religious trauma, implied self-destruction, mental illness. Parker had spent fifteen minutes standing still in the dark holding the wine bottle. He wished the curved glass had distorted his reflection. “The neck scruff no amount of shaving ever removes, the forehead crease marking…
Hello,
I’m David
I’m a full time Instructional Systems Designer and a free time Creative Writer. I hold a PhD in instructional design and development, an MA in writing, and a BA in writing and theology. My current creative focus is on honoring nature and our connection to our environment. My pronouns are he/they.
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