Fiction and poetry are often treated as different types of writing—and they are. I think, however, that the most beautiful writing happens when the two intersect. Poetic passages within fiction that paint an emotive, vivid picture transport our minds and souls. Poetry that tells us a story as well as affects us can teach us…
Month: January 2013
What a Grammar Nazi does not see
The goal of this blog is not to be a Grammar Nazi. Plenty of folks out there already think of themselves as self-appointed Grammar Nazis. I have some issues with this policing of language: It promotes public shaming. It focuses on grammar as aesthetics and pedantic enforcement of rules (rather than meaning). It obscures common…
White Dwarf
A meteor shower lights up the sky behind you, creating a halo, shadowing your face as you begin to speak. Watching the sky explode and die, dusts of stars and comets, traces of the galaxy they shared. Endless, to a point. The death of a sun as it erupts, shining brighter and burning away the…
Red Haze (Sneak Peek)
5 Stars: ”Author Adrian Lilly very skillfully weaves a multiplicity of threads, never once telegraphing in advance where a particular plot thread will end up. More than once I found myself on the edge of my seat, heart in mouth, awaiting an outcome. I’m eagerly anticipating the next book in this series.”–Mallory Heart Reviews 4…
The Devil You Know featured on Bookingly Yours
The Blog Bookingly Yours is featuring The Devil You Know, if you would like to read an excerpt or comment! See it here!
Seven
Hit with a scent memory, cascading whiffs of cigarette smoke mingling with Dove soap. Suddenly taken back, back to early childhood. To Maw Maw’s house. Age seven. And it’s a real memory. Seen through my eyes as I saw it then. It’s not a memory reconstructed, where you see yourself as well as what you…
Werekitty
stalking her prey a weaponless paw emerges from beneath the dust ruffle to berate a passing foot with puff-ball assault when the initial attack is unsatisfactory, the whole beast lunges to spin a mad ballet around the leg of her owner a bite to his Achilles’ heel yields satisfactory results: a kick sends her screaming…
Ring In
Is it joy or hope or self-destruction fueling a mad-dash end and raucous beginning? New chances and dreams littered among old wreckage of who we were and are. Mourning helps you see through empty traditions and false expectations. Ring in! Ring in! Ring in! Was I the only one with my fingers crossed on the…
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