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
DOODLING by Victoria Nations Doodling things with tentacles And teeth That's not right It should be beaks and tentacles And suction cups And delightfully slimy skin It should be aquatic And shape-shifting And fast But There it sits Furry and toothed A cunning eye turned up Staring And tentacles I can’t see where all the … Continue reading Doodling
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
A lively group of teachers in a coffee shop where I write some nights, and an imagined discussion about their lesson plans PROBABILITY by Victoria Nations “So you’re saying we're going to use poker chips and a Crown Royal bag. In the science room. With the kids.” “Right. The kids will love it.” “The science room at … Continue reading Probability
PREY by Victoria Nations The fluorescents warn me Teasing with flickering no one else can see Rushing sounds in my head Like Hearing the ocean inside a shell The vibrations push me Threatening if I sway back and forth To keep the seasick rhythm So I struggle to hold myself still The air gets darker … Continue reading Prey – A Poem for Storms and Migraines
Daniel Kraus's recent article about authors who write longhand really struck me. The authors describe how writing longhand slows them down and makes their writing tighter. They describe the tactile satisfaction they get from the task, how the work they produce is tangible. Their descriptions are compelling When I write (fiction, poetry, or reports for my day job), I typically write on … Continue reading Writing Longhand, Editing with Doodles and Diagrams
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
Where would you sleep? The museum has a vaulted ceiling and columns reaching so high they look hazy from the bottom floor. Everything seems to be made of stone, despite accents of polished wood and glass. Arched windows are stacked in rows along the uppermost walls. Their lines are delicate, but you know they would … Continue reading Friday Writing – Where Would You Sleep?
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
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