This week, I’m spending a few days writing in a mostly empty house on a bluff above a lake. People have passed in this house. I walk the halls with my laptop, listening for them. But all I hear are the waves lapping on the shore. Sounds magical, like the perfect writing spot, doesn’t it? … Continue reading Disciplined Porch Writing – Day 6 of NaNoWriMo
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Orange and Black – 17 Days Until Halloween
Orange for pumpkins. For Halloween. For turning leaves and intense sunsets. For brightly colored creatures, beautiful and frightening. And black, to offset the orange. To bring on the longer nights.
Haunting The Yard – 19 Days Until Halloween
Last year, a little girl in a princess costume walked down my driveway on Halloween with her mom trailing behind her. The little girl was transfixed by the orange lights and spooky decorations. Her mom was looking around nervously. "Nothing here will jump out at her," I told the mom from the candy table. "Really?" My skull … Continue reading Haunting The Yard – 19 Days Until Halloween
Halloween In Florida – 29 Days Until Halloween
I saw a surf shop mannequin in a wet suit and witch hat this weekend. Someone had drawn eyes on paper and taped them in place. They weren't particularly witchy eyes, but they transformed her blank visage to a face. She was a winsome, sporty witch. It was a short-sleeved, short-legged wetsuit. Because it's still bathing … Continue reading Halloween In Florida – 29 Days Until Halloween
Horse – A Poem Poised To Run
Horse by Victoria Nations Smooth planes of muscle and bone grown over with layers of detritus, lichen and grime caught in the corners spreading until they touch one another crusting the surface beneath which lies smooth planes of muscle and bone and skin shiny with sweat wetting the living things who drink and cover the … Continue reading Horse – A Poem Poised To Run
My Hunger Will Consume All That Is Here And Will Free You – A Poem of Celebration
My Hunger Will Consume All That Is Here And Will Free You by Victoria Nations I will climb and tear and rip it all apart with my teeth, until the way is cleared before me. I will lay waste to the kingdom I’ve invaded. I will eat until I am gorged, until I am satisfied. … Continue reading My Hunger Will Consume All That Is Here And Will Free You – A Poem of Celebration
Spring
SPRING by Victoria Nations She stood on her hands and spun so her dress swirled in a wide circle. The sky above her filled with green skirts and grey crinolines, the lace sweeping her legs as they spread and bent to keep steady. Her hands gripped the ground for balance. Her feet wiggled with joy.
Story Editing on a Sunday Afternoon
We have a small farmer's market in our area, and a large one in the next town over. The large one is amazing, with a huge variety of fresh produce, boutique cheeses and breads, kettle corn, plants, and this place that makes these bagel sandwiches that are delicious. I love the large farmer's market, but … Continue reading Story Editing on a Sunday Afternoon
Leaves and cobwebs in my hair…come crawl through the garden with me
One of the things I love is to stumble upon a creepy setting unexpectedly. A cleaned bone poking out through a drift of soggy leaves...a leaning house, its stately facade transformed into drooping eyes and a haggard mouth. And this lovely little cherub I saw while visiting St. Augustine, Florida. Spooky stuff always gets the story gremlins … Continue reading Leaves and cobwebs in my hair…come crawl through the garden with me