Welcome Campers and lurkers! Day 8 of Camp NaNoWriMo and the day is full of activities. As I've posted before, I'm editing and adding to my draft novel for Camp NaNoWriMo. Most of the story is set in Florida woods next to a blackwater river. It's a setting I can see vividly in my mind - … Continue reading Camp NaNoWriMo – Lurking in the Woods
This is my writing scarf. It's my writing scarf because it's a little spooky and my family gave it to me to wear while I'm writing. I wore it occasionally, and then put it on for the first day of NaNoWriMo last November - great for keeping warm in the chilly spot where I sit in the … Continue reading Writing Talismans and Camp NaNoWriMo
FRANKENERIN by Victoria Nations The girl smiled at me from the wall, and even before I saw that her mouth was stitched closed, she was in my arms. She was doll-like, with a sweet, open smile and black button eyes. A burgundy bouffant made her skin seem all the more pale. Her scars were barely … Continue reading Frankenerin
OVERLOOK by Victoria Nations I would get lost on those curved roads rising up between mountains I would drag my fingers to slow my descent as I slid down into the valleys I would savor the view as I travelled
THE WORDS by Victoria Nations The little girl held up her hands and willed the books to come to her. When they stayed on the shelves, she wasn’t disappointed. She figured it might work someday, the way the words came to her. If the words came to her, perhaps someday whole books would fly to … Continue reading The Words
ABANDONED HOUSE by Victoria Nations Abandoned house with Sun bleached board face Drooping and gapped from Years and years of rain and heat Crinkled so it Cracks, so its Filmed windows tilt Up at the corners Gabled window Turned up and Still cute after all these years Mostly centered over the Black double doors Falling … Continue reading Abandoned House – A Love Poem
CLATTER by Victoria Nations The whine of wind pushing the The clatter of palm fronds and The clacking of bluejay beaks on The scritch of roach legs against The rustle of leaves caught in the Damp Dark Boot jacks Reach your hand in there I dare you
Sometimes stories lurk behind things. I went to a festival the other night, and we cut through a side street of old storefronts with dusty windows. There was raw red brick and arched doorways with iron gates. There were lights from the parade just a block over, but the side street was almost too dark to photograph. The street was inviting, stopping me … Continue reading Ghost Stories Lurking in Doorways
THERE ARE GHOSTS IN THE GROVES (I) Victoria Nations There are ghosts in the groves, and some call me to come, and others warn me away, and they whisper when they think I notice them, and most of the time I ignore them, but sometimes their voices spark memories that are too clouded to call … Continue reading There Are Ghosts In The Groves (I)
How could you not love a tiny fly called a punkie? Especially if it's the reason cacao trees produce fruit, which becomes the mouthwatering chocolate so many of us are indulging in today? And punkies are adorable, if you find hunched over little vampires adorable like I do. Ceratopogonid midges have a large, humped thorax and their … Continue reading Love Bites and Chocolate
Victoria Nations 