So, Hero…

“So, hero, are you going to visit?” Nate asks.

Jaycee eyes her purple notebook and winks.

“Of course. I have a story to tell her.”

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At A Distance

 “The Cloak of Dreams?” Li asked.

“It’s a story about an emperor with a sad dilemma,” Ellen explained to Li. “He loved his wife very much, but she had a dreaming soul.  When he held her in his arms, her soul wandered far away to her dream world.  So she spent five years embroidering the images of her dreams onto a cloak and presented it to the emperor.  If he wore the cloak, no longer would she have to choose between the path of her dreams and the path of her love.  If he didn’t wear the cloak, he could hold her, but her soul would continue to wander.  He chose to wear the cloak.”

“And she followed him at a distance for the rest of her life,” Ainsling finished explaining to Li.  “It’s the sacrifice he makes because he loves her.  She can’t touch him, but they are closer than ever.  Isn’t that beautiful, Li?”

The Red Cloak, Chapter 1, The Cloak of Dreams


 

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Shu Rui

I would rather be with Shu Rui than anyone in the world. She makes me laugh with her funny words and silly smiles. No one in my family listens to me, but Shu Rui does. And she never ignores me or tells me I talk too much.

-The Baiji


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Seeing Shadows

Dr. Yancey examined Li’s eyes. 

            “Some things science can’t explain,” he lamented with a sigh.

            “I can still see shadows,” Li replied.  “Isn’t that good?”

The Red Knot, Chapter 17, The Nightmare

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I’m a Star

I sing the same songs over and over

I’m so high, I have to say I’m not sober

When I collapse

I’ll leave a big, black hole

Then what becomes  

Of my soul?

 

Go, go away

Bright morning sun

In the day

I’m no one

In the night 

I shine so far

In the dark

I’m a star

-Excerpt of the poem “Lament Of A Star” from The Shorter Things Collection


 

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I Do Not Fear…

Prompt- Write a poem that starts with “I do
not fear”
I do not fear your pain, wrenched from experiences
I do not fear your anger, righteous indignation
I do not fear your laughter, reflected tomfoolery
I do not fear your intellect, mused facts
I do not fear your attraction, biological response
I do not fear your dreams, goals awaiting acceptance
I do not fear your tears, humanity’s glue
I fear your assumptions, walls to empathy
I fear your pride, fists balled to face
I fear your greed, war begetting ownership
I fear your hatred, blind bloody binges
I fear your addiction, puppet strings
I fear your nightmares, prophesied vengeance
I fear your rejection, abandonment at the precipice

 

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Just Tell Me Your Name

“I’m Sara, by the way,” the young prisoner across from her said, throwing Noelle an effervescent, innocent smile.

Noelle didn’t answer. She stood to leave.

Hey, I’m not going to knife you in the back and steal your clothes. These digs are stylin’ and all, but they’re the same as yours,” she said jokingly. “Just tell me your name.”

      “Noelle. Noelle Reid,” she said.

From Chapter 2, The Prisoners, The Red Knot (Available now on Amazon!)

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At A Distance

 “The Cloak of Dreams?” Li asked.

“It’s a story about an emperor with a sad dilemma,” Ellen explained to Li. “He loved his wife very much, but she had a dreaming soul.  When he held her in his arms, her soul wandered far away to her dream world.  So she spent five years embroidering the images of her dreams onto a cloak and presented it to the emperor.  If he wore the cloak, no longer would she have to choose between the path of her dreams and the path of her love.  If he didn’t wear the cloak, he could hold her, but her soul would continue to wander.  He chose to wear the cloak.”

“And she followed him at a distance for the rest of her life,” Ainsling finished explaining to Li.  “It’s the sacrifice he makes because he loves her.  She can’t touch him, but they are closer than ever.  Isn’t that beautiful, Li?”

The Red Cloak, Chapter 1, The Cloak of Dreams


 

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Knitting Is Better Than Therapy

Prompt- Use the words: actor, glorious, stitch
Knitting is better than therapy
As stitches are created
Knit, purl, yarn over, decrease one
They do not analyze me, force correct answers
In therapy, I am an actor in an office
Yes, I feel guilt
No, I haven’t slipped
Yes, I love myself
No, I haven’t contemplated suicide
But when knitting, I do not dwell
On what is unworthy of contemplation
I obey the pattern or rebel with improvisation
As I speed knit Continental style or English throw and
pick
No platitudes, no critiques
No pressure, no poking at pain till I bleed out
Only two sticks dancing with string
Creating, living, growing
Stitch by stitch, truth by truth
I’m a maker
Of miracles, of masterpieces, of monstrosities
What’s the worst that can happen with wool and
wonder?
A dropped stitch, a lost pattern, incorrect gauge, wonky
seams
I rip back, rewind, add tension to used, wrinkled strings
And start again
A work-in-progress
           
          In through the front door
          Run around the back
          Down through the window
          Off jumps Jack
Glorious fiber,
    Bare my soul to the cashmere gods
          Darn my holes
               Heal with scarves, socks, shawls
                    Warm with sweaters and blankets
                         Spin, ply, dye
                                       Bind off

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A Chance

Ainsling brushed her baby-fine, lengthy blonde hair in slow motion as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Now I have a chance to be normal, she thought. Her heart was beating wildly with excitement and apprehension. She was in disbelief at her luck.

-The Red String, Chapter 2, The Chick


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