Tag: Creative Writing

Artist Statement “Leddy Frye” is set in rural Appalachia in the 1950s. It explores the grief a mother feels after losing her son Leddy Frye, a larger-than-life character. Even though he is just a young boy, many are drawn to him. The only person who has difficulty seeing Leddy’s unique qualities is his mother, who…

Revelation   In your clandestine gaze, I greet you The Martyr, nailed above the marbled altar   I genuflect, nearly taking a bow Blood draped like lace against my cheek, porcelain skin corroded from your provocation   Oh, most splendorous Lord, teach me civility with a tilt of my chin and the wax from your…

CROW BOYS 1)  From 7PM to 7AM, the Crow Boy must be at the top of the North Tower of Castilla Libera Academy. 2)  From 7PM to 7AM, the Crow Boy must prevent the pajalunas from stealing the academy’s prize pigeons. 3)  For as long as the Crow Boy guards the pigeons each night, he…

A Drawing of My First Tattoo  f i r st we have leaves leaves l e a v e s t he n            bird                                          bird      bird l e av es tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree and then the words      i suppose it will all make tree tree tree tree                               sense when…

Motherhood & Moving: A Reason for Denying the Privilege of the Heart When I close my eyes, I want to be where it is cold. Maybe this is because, as a second-generation Tennessean, I’ve never really known the cruelty of mountains of snow, but my dear friend would say that my fondness for such a…

Midnight pierced eternal by the lights An icy steed gallops through the maze, Steady past the ancient, silvery phase. Then ebbs far off, far past the sights, But even now it has not lost the fight. It glistens same again in long, lost phrase, Forever finding place among the days, Of a story told oft…

The Burgeon-Now when I close my eyes, it is not dark, nor do I see familiar, dim light shining through my eyelids.I am met with a whale fall. When a whale dies, their remains do not decompose in the same manner as smaller marinecreatures. Their gigantic bodies are left to sink slowly through the water…

The Funeral Guests A knock at the door turns the attention of the onlookers away from the casket. The Guests have arrived. The observers shuffle in through a dim-lit foyer, one by one. You are among them, though one passing by would not be able to distinguish you from the others, all dressed head to…

The Body Maker you made yourself a brand-new thingeach limb, every stretching finger,is your fault. you know, bodily,exactly where femur attaches to fleshbecause you sewed it therewith that needle in your thighand your persistent pressing down, filling up,making it. no one else but you can knowhow it was supposed to beand you’re making it,your fault,is…