Here’s where you can find out more about my writing

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Hello and welcome to my Medium profile page. You can scroll down and see more of my work here on the site — a mix of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. I write other places too, and I’m working on my first novel.

If you’d like to join me on my creative journey, you can follow my progress on Goodreads —

I have a blog where I post short essays on my experiences in Texas —

I also have an Amazon author page, where you’ll find short stories I’ve published and my…

Hiding from the seekers

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Don’t wake them. Dark-haired Lucy belonged to Granny Newsome. Fair Charlotte belonged to Granny’s sister. Her name was Charlotte too. Both dolls have real human hair. Granny calls them her girls. Me and Momma live with Granny. For now.

Momma says, “Stay away from dusty places, Dina.” But I feel safest in the closet filled with moth-eaten wool, the pantry stocked with rusty jars. Under Granny’s bed is best. I peer between the fringe on the bedspread and watch for them. Granny’s girls.

If you pick them up their eyes will open and they will see where I am hiding.

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A 100 word micro fiction

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She hadn’t used this particular palette in years. The colors in their metal trays had dried and cracked, the hues muddied to tones of grey and brown. The watercolors had belonged to her grandmother, who’d taught her how to use them.

“Art lives a life outside the artist,” the old woman said. Her knobby fingers clutched a paint-daubed brush and stroked the canvas. “Be careful with what you create.”

How powerful she’d felt, as a child, when she fetched the paints from the cupboard and hid from her grandmother’s view. She painted a fantasy — a rough brown beast meant…

The smallest cast the best of spells

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One cool spring morning, Delores Jackson spotted a dragon at her birdfeeder. She’d always thought dragons were huge, hulking beasts that fed on valiant knights and virtuous maidens, but this one had landed on her suet.

“What do you think of that?” Delores asked Bumper, her black cat. They stood looking out the glass storm door. Delores sipped her morning cup of coffee while Bumper eyed the birds.

The dragon was barely bigger than a hummingbird, around the same size as the finches who flitted about the feeder like children on a playground. The strange beast’s scales flashed like blue…

Everything I’ve written that’s set in a carnival, fair, or amusement park

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I love a good carnival. I’m not picky, as long as there’s a small chance I might encounter an evil clown, creepy carny, or murderous roller coaster, I’m in. My introduction to the dark side of amusements came with Ray Bradbury’s excellent novel, Something Wicked This Way Comes.

If you like your fair scary, here are a couple you might enjoy:

Not as scary:

I’ve even written a poem inspired by carnival food (and love):

Finally, here are some humorous, mostly true, creative nonfiction pieces:

If you’ve made it this far, here are some carnival inspired photos:

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What would it cost to undo the past?

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