Originally posted on The Brevity Blog:
Another winning entry in Brevity‘s Holiday Smile contest: It is Thanksgiving, again. My smile is a weapon cutting off access to my grief-treasure. Or perhaps my smile…
My fiancé arrives home from a twelve hour shift. He left in the pre-dawn darkness, and has arrived after winter’s dusk.
“Who died?” I ask when I greet him at the door, motioning to the black band across his badge. A thin blue line on the band serves as a marker for his profession.
“The deputy in Leon Country,” he says, leaving his boots by the door. “You didn’t hear?”
“No,” I say. “What happened?”
He tells me about the fire and the ambushed deputies, and I’m reminded of the nickname firefighters have given cops–blue canaries.
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Originally posted on Lisa Lanser Rose:
For Florida Bookstore Day, I’ll be reading with my wild, awarding-winning Science Fiction friend Nick DiChario at Wilson’t Book World! Come crack up and buy presents…
This may open me to accusations of being lazy, picky, snobby, or not snobby enough, but here’s what I wish for in a litmag I’m going to submit my work to: 1) […]
I asked some of my women writer friends what they wished for. Here are their answers—some serious, some not, all interesting, and altogether, a found poem. Be sure to click on their […]
Do you always make a wish when you notice it’s 11:11? When you find an eyelash? On the first star of the night? Do you seek out wishing wells, dream of […]
The Gloria Sirens 