Category: Prose

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes the stories are written with words. With steel frame structure and proven formula banality. Sometimes the stories are written with rum. With sarcastic joviality and highly polished lies. Sometimes the stories are written with coffee. With matter of fact reporting and terse, succinct titles. Sometimes the stories are written with tears. With thick fingered…

  • Wild

    Where Keri answers the Sunday Scribbling prompt of “Wild” in 92 words. And is honest with herself about it.

  • Storm

    Where Keri answers the Sunday Scribbling prompt of “Storm” in 64 words. And tries not to invoke anything with it.

  • Said the Satyr

    Where Keri is inspired by another person’s dream, and writes 250 words of what the satyr said to him.

  • An Angry Intervention

    Where Keri write 220 words about rage addiction, and wonders who she wrote it to.

  • I Turned Left

    Where Keri crosses more than keys, and willfully chooses to turn left. 3 stanzas with 154 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-04-03.01

    A Fable: Roses and wreaths, Amber and myrrh, Rich oils and fragrant incense, Spilled over the grand altar.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-03-25.01

    “You may need these, yet.” Whispered in my ear with a lilt of humor, with a hint of a smile, with a knowing withheld. They were thrice as heavy when I laid them on the table, when I laid them on your name, when I said my last goodbye. Now they jingle in my pocket…

  • Wit

    Where Keri tries to write of the Sunday Scribblings prompt, “Wit”, in 143 words.

  • After

    After the party After the feasting After the wine is spilled and dried After the kissing After the loving After the tears run down to hide After the loudness After the madness After the ecstasy that lives to die After the midnight After the dawning After the crowing at the bright dawn sky It’s time…