Spark (6 of 11) A poisonous snake.
The cot is cold against my skin. I cover myself with a thin blanket and wring my hands. Clasp them so hard that it hurts. I pray—no, beg— God to make my father leave us alone. I rub my upper arms for comfort and hug my shoulders. I stop fighting the memories. Memories of dark ghosts in my father’s form,…Read More
Spark (5 of 11) “That smells great. Where’s mine?”
I sleep for a long while. When I wake, Mother is standing over me with a large bowl of soup. “That smells great. Where’s mine?” Louis asks. He peers into the bowl. “That looks like meat! We haven’t had any in as long as I can remember.” “Sweetheart, this is a special soup just for your sister,” Mother…Read More
SPARK (4 of 11) I never prayed for that.
Mother sits with me, my head on her lap and my legs curled under me as she strokes my hair. At dawn, my mother’s scream raised me from my bizarre revelations. I notice that a large puddle of blood developed under me and stained my pale legs. “My heart burns.” I cry. I can hardly hear my own…Read More
Spark (3 of 11) Into the darkness
I stare at the dirt floor with blurry eyes. I can’t focus. Blood drips from my face. Is it my nose or my mouth? My stomach aches. Burning. Hurting. “Who’s been at you, Diana? I’m not going to ask again.” I try to answer Father, but sharp words catch jagged in my throat. I cough…Read More
SPARK (Part 2 of 11) “We have to be careful.”
I turn and run away, forcing the thought of Father out of my head. I stop walking as a smell jolts me, making my nose curl. I hate the fields. They reek of human flesh. The priests have too many laws and punishments, and their favorite is death by fire. Men and women burned bloody and black at…Read More
SPARK (Part 1 of 11) There will be no beatings tonight.
SPARK (DISCLAIMER: Violence, Miscarriage, Torture, Abuse, Cannibalism) An abused girl’s tipping point forces her to seek revenge by telling disgusting lies… He’s drunk. There’s no mistaking the off-beat clap of his worn boots against the dirt floor. Heavy-handed, foulmouthed, and bad-spirited, he’s like all the men in our Turbid Orilon Lake commune. Endlessly vile. Mother…Read More
Release of Storm of Roses: The Countdown Has Begun
The countdown has begun! Storm of Roses: A Compilation of Poetry and Short Stories will be released this Spring! It has been a long time in coming, but its almost here. Finally! I anticipate it will be ready for distribution by the end of May. In the meantime, if you haven’t already – please pick…Read More
Candle Love Spell
You will come back to me; my hand is in the magical air You cannot resist your five senses The elements will pull you to me Like rain to the flowers of the earth You will water my desires You are pure, wet, and weak now Fall from the clouds of my candle’s smoke I’ll…Read More
First Pre-Sale of Hell’s Lover: Celebrating with a New Book Cover!
Since I first posted it years ago, website analytics made clear that Hell’s Lover is the most viewed of my forthcoming books. I’m thrilled and pressured all at the same time. I’m beyond excited to have one of my books sell at this pre-order stage. I’m also marvelously pressured because I need to finish this…Read More
The Essence of God: A Poem from Storm of Roses
The Essence of God The image of God is The uniting of man and woman Why do we call Him “he”? You are masculine and feminine You have a child You are the holy family The Father, the Son Jesus, and the Mother Spirit The Father does not spare us his commands, anger,…Read More