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Sparks coalesced along the Svetskyn’s fingertips, and the light spilled in a frenzied path from his hands.

Soal struggled against the grasp of his mind, gasping as the living Memory echoed from both his mind and hers. She had to dig past it, she had to find the light in her veins before the Svetskyn’s light struck her body and burned her whole. But the Memory was strong. Leaping nyun. Flaring nyun. A deadly arc—

In a last, desperate jerk of muscles, Soal flung her hands up over her face—and opened her mind to the electricity that streaked from the Svetskyn’s hands. I am Soal! she cried to it.

Continue reading “Drafting Soal: Evolving with “The End””

This Child Is Searching

I opened
The Book,
the one that
wasn’t
Dr. Suess.
The one with more than
simple, silly
fluffs.

The Book that let
each creature
Hold
Its Weight.

The illustrations were like
fractals.

The colored details were like
bird flight.

The unneeded borders
of dragons
and saints
and horns
and vines

Were
My
Need,

like a wormhole
direct
to the richness that ached
inside my
tiny
soul.

When a ghost slips Soal a shard of the ancient Soul Stone, the key to restoring her enslaved people to their homeland, Soal feels she has found her missing heart. But as her sister’s memories bind her mind, she discovers that she will not only have to fight the Svetskyn to set her people free. She will have to face her own sister.

Continue reading “Outlining Soal: First Words”

One

Still blue light
mutes the mountains,

rolls down its sides
in an even slate
of blue

until peaks meld into foothills
foothills into grass
and grass into
homes
and
my
feet.

All swept together
like the illustrated circle
of a single
blue china plate.

Unsaid

Each hour tightened the cord around her throat.
Each moment the words went
unsaid
she could feel the needle enter,
sewing closed
her airway.

A Waking Up

The house is chill enough
to make each breath
a waking
up,

a
chance
to trace
the magic
blood

that soars

from heart
to vein
from heart
to vein
from heart
to every

extremity

of me.

Before the Balance

Muscles tight
on only one side.

A kiss given
but not quite
met.

I’ve been moving wrong,
with only half
the puppet strings
cut.

I reach for a cup
of comfort
and spill

for the crookedness
of my
spine.

How Did I Forget?

Sometimes I forget
as I scribble grades,
push a tired vacuum,

that she watches.

I scrawl a grade
across my phone,
only happen

to look down.

Two round eyes
watch patiently.
Two round cheeks
wiggle
as she sucks milk.

The phone clacks
to the table.

How did I
forget?

Velvet

Worries like brambles
twist
constrict
’round your mind.

Thorns pinch
flesh
and thought

Leaves close
’round
eyes

Until you are
blind
and
dumb.

But blink.
Breathe.
Let the thoughts
wither
and look down.

A rose
nods
just within view.

It tastes
of velvet

White Space

Some balance
rock
upon
rock.

But rocks are not always on hand
when the baby cries,
when the dishes break,
when the heart bruises
black.

But
breath

is.

The white space
of the mind
can stack
breath

upon breath

upon

 

breath.

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