Mirror. Lipstick. Smile. Another toilet/interview. The same harsh lighting. The smell of stale perfume. Your reflection asks: Is this the one? The job for you?   The first time is memorable (you wear boots in cobalt blue) and gush and fawn too much to bear – they say you’ll hear back ‘soon.’ Mirror. Lipstick. Smile. … Continue reading Toilet/Interview


How would you know which stories are true If the telling is filled with lies and deceit? How would you know which views to pursue If knowledge is partial and never complete?   She says she reads legends from a time long ago When magical beings lived in plain sight; In forests and glades with … Continue reading Ashes