creative nonfiction

Though the scent of wet pine needles is afloat and the falls just out of sight thrum the air with soothing rhythms and the birds morning song catches and rides above the thrum, my mind drifts snagged up inwardly and...

I might like to have climactically screamed, instead I was left cold In The Next Room with the Vibrator Play

11 May 2015

John Goodman, review, spring 2015, Texas Tech, theater, VPA

kathy

personal essay, theatrical

I slide into a Presbyterian pew next to my once legal and loved mate. Cloistered within a small dying paper mill town situated as toe jam in Louisiana’s shaped boot. It’s Christmas Eve, 1991. The normal minimal church crowd in...

two magnets, one mom, and a refrigerator door

10 May 2015

death, family, flash, flash nonfiction, mom, spring 2015

kathy

creative nonfiction, personal essay, writings

The ivory soap bar carved into an owl when I was in kindergarten sat yellowing by the guest bathroom sink, unused, until seven months before my mom’s passing. I have subsequently culled the stashed remains of all my early art,...

creative nonfiction

The moment

I might like to have climactically screamed, instead I was left cold In The Next Room with the Vibrator Play

two magnets, one mom, and a refrigerator door

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