For me really good acting is about subtext. Clive Owen Strong characters and strong stories often have subtext*–the story underneath that tells us more about our humanity, in some instances, than the main story. I think this is especially true in horror stories. At the front we have something sinister, horrific, terrifying, but the subtext…
Month: May 2013
(sitting on an urban park bench)
she resembled a grandma doll with dried apple for head, staring eerily from its perch on a shelf. wild on her head, her hair had turned white and was stained yellow, like gauze left on a wound too long. her clothes, old, musty like air blowing from an abandoned building. her orthopedic shoes tap…
willow
She lay on the ground head propped against the willow tree, a lonesome Grace, spent from dance In her eyes lived a deep, inherent sadness, delicate, and always weeping… as the leaves of the willow around her billowed like a shroud for pain
Red Haze, Book Excerpt
~January~ Spring Rush Week Chapter 1: Thursday An obsidian silence unfurled around Marne Montgomery as she stepped out of earshot of the Greek side of campus. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk, a sharp crack in the night air. Marne cast her eyes from side-to-side, suspicious of the shadows washing toward the sidewalk, like the…
A thought for today: inspiration
Inspiration is hard to come by. You have to take it where you find it. —Bob Dylan The inspiration for an idea for a story, poem, or novel is sometimes immediate—you have an ‘a-ha’ moment where a thought floods you. What’s harder is finding the inspiration to complete a project. I look for motivation in…
summer breeze
the Aeolian song of chimes outside my window deliver me to peace as warmth and wonder caress my skin. petals dither on stems and branches and fall in velvet kisses to the grass.
Supernatural Survival Skills
This is a recent feature added to my Facebook fan page — just a little fun to try your hand at surviving horror scenarios. If you would like more, please join me on Facebook.
river
It happened again this morning. And sometimes I think, ‘your words will flow into my heart.’ My adder tongue rests in my mouth as I refuse to turn my rage on you like the Ripper’s blade. Splitting a chasm deeper than these years of erosion. Yet the river of your tongue flows, source…
Linear Friendship
you did not know that too much wine makes me talkative, yet you call yourself my friend. you have never read a single line of my poetry or fiction, yet you call yourself my friend. your thoughts are an empty column. (my thoughts spill across pages, ones you have not read.) your conservative views enrage…
White-washing the world: trying to handle race in your fiction (if you’re white)
Pick up a book. Almost any book. If it’s a white character, does the author ever say “white”—or is it just assumed? One difficulty (for me) when writing a character of a race (other than white) is that you have to be so blatant about it—because white is assumed. Racial identity is much more than…
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