I find my muse in a garden, not of flowers, but of marble and wrought iron. There is peace among the stones, a quiet comfort being surrounded by angels and saints.
Author: Tara R.
A haunting
He is going to get away with it. I’ll be out here until my bones are bleached white, or carried off by coyotes. It’s ironic that I always wanted him to bring me out here, before. He talked about this place with the closest thing to love that I ever heard from him. It makes … Continue reading A haunting
Star dust rainbows
"The thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so you can be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud. Somebody who may not look like you. May not call God the same name you call God - if they call God at all. I may not dance your dances or speak your … Continue reading Star dust rainbows
Roots and wings
I wanted wings To fly away from the loud voices and angry fists I wanted roots To feel like I was important, cherished I wanted wings To take that plunge out of the nest I wanted roots To know that I could survive on my own I wanted wings To feel the thrill of falling … Continue reading Roots and wings
Freak show
Jane got her apostrophe today. Or, I should say Jan’e got her apostrophe. The whole town came out for her renaming ceremony. Turned it into a bourgeoise spectacle of avarice and ego. If her parents had their way, the diacritical would have been interpolated two places and not just the customary one. Instead of the … Continue reading Freak show
A no-fault state
The story so far... "Old Wives' Tale" “Every day I feel like I’m dying inside just a little,” Amelia said. She and Lester sat at a decorous distance from each other on the Carson’s front porch. James and Olivia Carson, Amelia’s employers and surrogate parents, sat at the opposite side of the porch acting as … Continue reading A no-fault state





