Weekly Writing – December 30 2023
Some call it the logical conclusion of marriage. Some call it an abomination, but then, they’re probably the same sort of people who would have said that about the horseless…
Weekly Writing – December 23 2023
Her mother might have been more horrified about the fact she was wasting food than the fact that food came from human veins. Twenty years since moss had started to…
Weekly Writing – December 16 2023
The soul spins in the chest like clay on a potter’s wheel. The warped sounds of its turning emerge as words and breath and spiral up into crooked thought. Time…
Weekly Writing – December 9 2023
“We can’t keep doing this,” it sighed, or the wind only fluttered through its robe. “Why not?” they asked. If the wind touched them at all, it was too faint…
Weekly Writing – December 2 2023
The last and only thing she had asked was for him to plant the seed over her grave. Instead, he had tucked it in his pocket and taken the bus,…
Weekly Writing – November 25 2023
Children still played in the street. That seemed to be the only thing that hadn’t changed. The entire face of the neighbourhood had been torn away and rebuilt, maybe more…
Weekly Writing – November 11 2023
I can walk out the front door into the wide, busy, surprising world and do whatever I want. But he can’t, and so I stay. He smiles at me across…
Weekly Writing – November 4 2023
It was the worst place her car could have stopped. Sputtering one last rum-bitter gasp of spent fuel, a shuddering fume-cough, then rolling to a silent, inertial halt on the…
Weekly Writing – October 28 2023
I love you. He leaned over my bed and whispered it, while I pretended to sleep. Again and again, so close that his breath quivered my eyelashes, the hazy, half-shut…
Weekly Writing – October 21 2023
Rain ran down through the channels in the bell, ringing it as the wind never would. Its maze-like latticed frame was made for water, not air, its clapper a sloshing…