I have some exciting news! My poem “From Ashes, I rise” is being featured on Joshua Lee Ronin’s Ronin Radio. You can join us on the Discord server or via his website. My reading is exclusive only to Joshua’s station and will be on rotation as featured contented until the end of the month. HeContinue reading “Poetry Featured”
The aesthetic for my upcoming work “The Lost Son”. Hoping to capture the darkness and emotional undercurrents of my soon to be new favorite short story. Drop a comment with what you think the plot is about based on the images.
“Blue Crayon” is a poetry chapbook about the darkness of mental illness. The opening poem about self-harming with a crayon puts you in Rowan’s shoes as she walks you through the twisting, painful roads of coming of age in the 21st century. There are some interesting flashes of the fun personality that she can be.Continue reading “Book Review: Blue Crayon”
Teresa Fowler is snappy, racy, and venomous (in a good way!) in her poetry book “Mixed Rhythms and Shady Rhymes”. Her poems roll out line after line of wit and clearheaded societal observation. She both builds a picture of our life today in the era of Twitter and podcasts, Woke-blokes and man-splaining, as she critiquesContinue reading “Book Review: Mixed Rhythms and Shady Rhymes”
The lights go out…in the winter. Dana, a single mother, scrambles to take care of her seven-month-old as the temperature drops. The stakes have never been higher. Read “Roads Unpaved” by Amber Benbow in Power Loss. Buy your copy today (free on Kindle Unlimited).
Hello everyone, our book Arc City stories is out now. An exciting exploration of what the future will look like in the not so distant future. Please visit our publisher’s website to purchase a copy. Thank you for your support and I hope to have more projects coming out soon. ❤
The precipice of change is astounding
*clears throat* Excuse me while I jump up and down squealing like a chipmunk on helium….
I am chopping onions and garlic for dinner and my two year-old is playing with his cars. My house and my home are humming along just fine. Earlier I had been sent home from work early. The University I work for decided to close campus for the next day and a half due to unheardContinue reading “The Endless Night”
“I guess you’re right,” he said, as she wrapped a scarf around him. “You just get so used to being cold that you forget.”
My heart broke, crying out in pain for another human being. How could we do this to our fellow man?