“…because we had a family and now we don’t.”

Oh, this stunner by Mileva Anastasiadou 🎄 in Mythic Picnic!💔💔💔

'my body swayed back and forth with the relaxed tempo before realizing i’d become a tree with no leaves, strong in my roots but visibly diminished and still against the wind'

the artist futurely known as 'V' J A K E * C H A P B O O K S * I N * B I O
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Oh wow, this is such a cool visual! Thank you, Diode Editions 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸! If you missed my poems in Diode, please check them out--and the whole issue. It's fabulous!

If you missed it, check out the artwork in the latest Anti-Heroin Chic! I'm in here also. And lots of moving writing...

weekly talk story about YOU and my upcoming Wine & Words hangouts...

melissallanesbrownlee.com/talk-story/202…

No matter what I'm doing, I always think I should be doing something else.

I carry a halo above my head, but my sister says that it’s a cloud instead. I don’t mind because that’s where angels live, among clouds.

Wow! Read Mileva Anastasiadou 🎄 in Mythic Picnic!!

When I got to Laila’s cubicle, she was on the phone. She turned and glanced at me with brown eyes rimmed in red. I heard the voice on the other end of the line, a man’s voice, though I couldn’t understand the words. The tone I could understand though, and it wasn’t pleasant.

I’m not judging. I’m assessing threat levels.

Opinions are like assholes and sometimes by expressing one you show that you are one.

Memories are a bit fuzzy — but regrets? They’re in 8K and Dolby Vision.

Pull the last trash bag from the box. Then put the box in the bag. You’ve created a “wormhole,” a plot device favored by science fiction.

How does this happen?! 😂😭😭🙏

3 years, 4 rewrites, and over 50 rejections later, my 10,000-word multiyear saga of a firebase in Afghanistan, written on the eve of the fall of Kabul, has finally found a home.

I'm gonna have an effin novella published!!! 🎉

ELJ Editions 🙏

Because darkness doesn't get to win in the end. That's why.

been using a shampoo that reminds me of people long dead so i guess what i'm saying is who knew there was a poem in a bottle of soapy suds

oh, how i understand writers’ absolute, total disdain for their own writings.

Still feeling the love from my author's visit to Mineola High School last Friday--their entire 9th grade read my YA novel LIE! Now I'm reading their letters to me ♥️ MrsKBucchio Mineola High School St. Martin's Press #FridayReads #writerslift #FridayVibes

When you find a typo in a novel there should be someone you can tell and get a little prize.

Our vacuum gave up five days ago and now we live in the vast wasteland from the movie WALL-E

My husband just said we are living in an un-funny sitcom. So true. As of today, the set design needs to include a broken cabinet door.