excerpt from a scene, fiction, heart, hope

Cross legged on the grass, I watched, as he looked skyward, his eyes raised toward heaven. His mind was transcending the here and now. Gone was the hill he’d yet to climb, faded were the saddest memories, their burden heavy, for one caught up in the prime of life. A weight had lifted off his […]

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brave, excerpt from a scene, say it, strong women

I will say this: You left a bird with a broken wing. On that day, life, as I had known it, ended. Red lights seemed eternal. Sad lyrics left me raw. This was the beginning of what you would conjure. Silence became a lover and the ocean, his touch. I learned to feel without words. […]

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enchanted, excerpt from a scene, heart, words, writing

It takes patience to procure the perfect cup of coffee beginning with the French beans to the water’s roll. Next, is the slow pour over and finally, the decisive press. Take pleasure in the art. It’ s a ritual allowing time to be. Rain hits the pavement. Leaves dance in the wind. Somewhere, in the […]

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excerpt from a scene, writing

Rain slips, gentle upon the pane. Listen. Out of nowhere, birdsong breaks dawn to sing a lullaby: Summer in July. Winter in December. Let the notes swallow you. Unchain your heart. Bury the dead. Darling, do not cry. Such is life, such is love. Evermore. ~ Liberate

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excerpt from a scene

Ardua Pier

“Lady’s name was Marsha. Seven years ago, I sat in an over- heated kitchen that smelled of Meyer lemon and left- over Chinese take-out.” Rummy coughed. “Marsha. Wonder what happened to her?” “Ask around town. Put one of your boys on it. If she’s anywhere in North America, they’ll find her.” He shook his head […]

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Club Noir, drafts, excerpt from a scene

“Listen, Kid- some free advice. Let Ella go. This is messy. You stand to lose everything.” Rummy pulled a lighter from his jacket pocket, a beautiful piece of equipment fashioned in Art Deco style. As the wheel hit stone, a flame lit darkness. I held my breath. Butane. Rummy’s eyes narrowed. He focused on the […]

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drafts, excerpt from a scene

Parisian Blue

Parisian Blue sweeps across blank canvas. Jacqueline takes three steps back. Graceful, her head tilts right, then left. It is noon. She is wearing her housecoat. Her legs are tanned, feet bare. She wears a watch, fastened tightly to a tiny wrist, an adornment she will ignore. Time holds little meaning. There are breakfast dishes […]

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