Thank you for the wonderful course, DominiQue. I was sick yesterday and struggling today, so am using something I did in a free workshop (that unfortunately didn't really get workshopped last year). May come back to this with new writing, however, and doing what I can...
DominiQue Christina Day One
Being true to herself
The light streams through the low windows on the south of a large vaulted sanctuary casting a romantic glow over the red padded oak pews. The young woman, so full of dreams birthed in this womb of her teenage years, stands in the back observing. The candle arbors are...
Resurrection/Exodus
There’s a version of this story in which you never get out. When you chase a loved one into the underworld, remember: now you are there, too. You can only walk the hallways of sorrow for so long before they come for you, too. And there you were, in the alley behind...
My mental illnesses in concert
I shoulder open a heavy oak door without a handle. In almost the center of the door, but slightly askew, a misshapen piece of beveled glass sits- not quite purple not quite black, almost blue but not exactly. If the shade had a name on a paint chip sample, maybe it...
Blue Marble
The memory is as dark as the night sky that crooks her bedroom windowpane, caught between moonlight and the reflection of snow outside. The memory is a blue marble. A secret. Hot as the small fist that grips it. It is rolling slowly along the living room floor, edging...
Roll Tide
I park my car in my secret place off Fort Lauderdale Beach,behind the sea grape hedging The Button nightclub where years later, the spot will become a designated place to store recycling bins, but for now, for this second in time, it's a place to park a small ass...
Dismembering Resistance
The acrid smell of dust, mold and wasted time permeates the long corridor. A candelabra stands sentinel to the right of each door, barely providing enough light to perceive the doorknobs. I stand alone, a dreadful foreboding weighing down on each uncertain step. The...
Baptisms
Baptisms This city, cerulean and indigo. Its cats conspiring in shadows. Its twisted, cobbled streets, filigreed with light. A city of vendors, shops, carts wobbled high with junk. All things broken and lost. Men come calling through the streets with ancient voices,...
Two Takes
A. I’m having a glass of Revelry Vintners Cabernet Sauvignon from Washington State. I like guys who guzzle. I like girls who Big Gulp. There is a tendency when on one’s public phone to complain, enough so that others might hear you. I just got called Mr. Nosey by my...
Every Kid Knows The Price
Some houses on Harwood Avenue were louder than others. Some houses housed families with twelve to twenty raucous kids who were kicked out until dinner. Offspring were stumbling obstacles wrestling around Edgewood Park. Same damn clouds bristled and puffed all summer....
Mission – Make a Fairy Tale
This was one tough morning. No real coffee left in the canister and only enough bread for him to have toast. I get to the store late, wishing I wore my comfortable shoes, I am just lifting the window gates from in front of the storefront display when I see them park...
She Leaves the Party
The man, handsome as he is, pheromone as he is, is ignoring her. The party around them, a tinkle of talk and other people. He is lured away and doesn’t even say he’ll be back. She sits there pie on her face, clown shoes. She’s never been ghosted in person. She thinks...
If This…
If This is a Life-threatening Emergency Please Hang Up and Dial 911 Later you’ll say, Let’s pretend this never happened. But now you grab the belt again. Buckle high and ripe. Swinging for the fences. For young skin. My step-sis. My step-brother. Splatter of blood...
Content Warning, Friday, Saturday
Thank you for the wonderful course, DominiQue. I was sick yesterday and struggling today, so am using something I did in a free workshop (that unfortunately didn't really get workshopped last year). May come back to this with new writing, however, and doing what I can...
Being true to herself
The light streams through the low windows on the south of a large vaulted sanctuary casting a romantic glow over the red padded oak pews. The young woman, so full of dreams birthed in this womb of her teenage years, stands in the back observing. The candle arbors are...
Resurrection/Exodus
There’s a version of this story in which you never get out. When you chase a loved one into the underworld, remember: now you are there, too. You can only walk the hallways of sorrow for so long before they come for you, too. And there you were, in the alley behind...
My mental illnesses in concert
I shoulder open a heavy oak door without a handle. In almost the center of the door, but slightly askew, a misshapen piece of beveled glass sits- not quite purple not quite black, almost blue but not exactly. If the shade had a name on a paint chip sample, maybe it...
Blue Marble
The memory is as dark as the night sky that crooks her bedroom windowpane, caught between moonlight and the reflection of snow outside. The memory is a blue marble. A secret. Hot as the small fist that grips it. It is rolling slowly along the living room floor, edging...
Roll Tide
I park my car in my secret place off Fort Lauderdale Beach,behind the sea grape hedging The Button nightclub where years later, the spot will become a designated place to store recycling bins, but for now, for this second in time, it's a place to park a small ass...
Dismembering Resistance
The acrid smell of dust, mold and wasted time permeates the long corridor. A candelabra stands sentinel to the right of each door, barely providing enough light to perceive the doorknobs. I stand alone, a dreadful foreboding weighing down on each uncertain step. The...
Baptisms
Baptisms This city, cerulean and indigo. Its cats conspiring in shadows. Its twisted, cobbled streets, filigreed with light. A city of vendors, shops, carts wobbled high with junk. All things broken and lost. Men come calling through the streets with ancient voices,...
Two Takes
A. I’m having a glass of Revelry Vintners Cabernet Sauvignon from Washington State. I like guys who guzzle. I like girls who Big Gulp. There is a tendency when on one’s public phone to complain, enough so that others might hear you. I just got called Mr. Nosey by my...
Every Kid Knows The Price
Some houses on Harwood Avenue were louder than others. Some houses housed families with twelve to twenty raucous kids who were kicked out until dinner. Offspring were stumbling obstacles wrestling around Edgewood Park. Same damn clouds bristled and puffed all summer....
Mission – Make a Fairy Tale
This was one tough morning. No real coffee left in the canister and only enough bread for him to have toast. I get to the store late, wishing I wore my comfortable shoes, I am just lifting the window gates from in front of the storefront display when I see them park...
She Leaves the Party
The man, handsome as he is, pheromone as he is, is ignoring her. The party around them, a tinkle of talk and other people. He is lured away and doesn’t even say he’ll be back. She sits there pie on her face, clown shoes. She’s never been ghosted in person. She thinks...
If This…
If This is a Life-threatening Emergency Please Hang Up and Dial 911 Later you’ll say, Let’s pretend this never happened. But now you grab the belt again. Buckle high and ripe. Swinging for the fences. For young skin. My step-sis. My step-brother. Splatter of blood...