“This is Jenny. She’s a little shy.” Jenny was aware that her mother was talking, addressing another adult in this new school that she was apparently supposed to attend now. Her family had moved across two states. In October. Apparently because her father had found his Dream Job, and so they’d had to move from…
Author: Clio
Colossians 4:6
“The thing is, I’ll never know if you really like my cooking.” I was standing over the stove, slowly stirring a pot of marinara sauce. “I do. I’ve said I do.” Miranda was sitting on the counter next to me, swinging her legs forward and letting them hit the dishwasher lightly before swinging them again….
Titus 2:8
1 Michael didn’t like this. He was watching out the car window and rocking gently. This was not like the streets of home. His city was small, and he knew most of the streets, and this was a big road that wasn’t like that. His father was driving the car. His father looked very nervous,…
Mark 9:36
Had they come in through the window? Veronica was certain that she’d locked it last night, but this morning it was open, just a crack. Had she forgotten to lock it? Had a memory lapse allowed them in? Or maybe they had already been in the closet. Veronica’s eldest, Jase, had warned her about that….
Proverbs 18:15
“My favorite movie? Well, that’s a difficult question. My favorite genre is sci-fi fantasy, so the easy answer would be Star Wars. The first one, which was only renamed ‘A New Hope’ in later releases. But if we’re honest, despite the way that it was a cultural phenomenon and a special fx powerhouse, it was…
Luke 5:16
Jessamyn sat on a bench in the middle of the city park, having counted the cement blocks it had taken to get from the curb next to the lot where she’d parked the car to the bench she was on now (twelve). The path was curved, bordered on either side by neatly manicured grass that…
03.30.25 Working and organizing
I’ve spent my Spring Break going through a lot of old writing, organizing it and getting rid of paper in the process. I’ve also been working on a website dedicated entirely to my writing, more organized than this blog. It’s still very much a work in progress, for only a week alone and my rusty…
someone
adrift: the ocean flows around meand though i cannot swimi tread water afloat: the salt in the airstings me eyes and remindsof the tears left unshed buoyed: the sun is warm (not hot)and dares me to findmy way to land exhausted: the water holds me upand pulls me down andstretches out against me asleep: the…
in the mirror
the woman i don’t seewhen i look in the mirrorwants you to knowthat she exists she whispers from the shadowsand waits for the echoto remind herthat she’s had something to say she paints her self-portraitagain and againin shades of purple and greenon a canvas of water and smoke because she has learnedthat this is the…
Walking Through the Forest
It feels like the Loud Rhetorical Part of the White Progressive Left wants to believe there are two kinds of people: Those who have excised all prejudice from themselves, and those who are drowning in their own bigotry. So when Sarah McBride suggested that we’ll need to have tough conversations with people who don’t currently…