Fred treated me like a daughter, a drunk daughter but a daughter nonetheless.
Category: Poetry
Silver Bottle, Episode 34
Carmen Speaks I was so excited I hardly knew what to do, so I did what I knew how. I finished cutting the onions, sprinkled the steaks… Read more “Silver Bottle, Episode 34”
This Textured Darkness, #119
Elymas started to protest. She held up her hand.
Silver Bottle, ‘This Will Never Stop” Chapter, Episode 28
I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior thirteen times before your grandmother put a stop to my altar runs.
This Will Never Stop, from the novel, Silver Bottle, Episode 26
I want forgiveness, and if we were standing face to face, I wouldn’t have the nerve to ask for it. Maybe I was such a bad mother that I’ve no rights left.
“This Will Never Stop” from Silver Bottle, Episode 25
I wanted to cuddle the doll, but her eyes were now open and glittering with malice.
“This Will Never Stop”, Episode 23 of the novel, Silver Bottle
She watches you. The blue of her eyes is no longer guileless; there are barriers inside this woman as high as mountains and, like the ocean, deeper than you think. Breathe easy. One hint of judgement and you’ve lost her.
Silver Bottle, Episode 22
I can’t bury my mother, so I’ll leave that silver bottle right where it is.
Silver Bottle, Episode 4
Imagine a hot summer morning. Imagine the motions of a small mountain town.
This Textured Darkness, #78
“Ranald steps closer to death every day. The tips of his fingers are black now. Elymas is poisoning him, but I don’t know how,” said Laveth.
