Author Archives: Amanda
(A Concert at St. Julien le Pauvre) Reluctant Stones pried from the earth, moistened by the sweat of artisans, bathed in the tears of pilgrims, stained with the blood of martyrs, and caressed by the smoke of vagrant prayers. Tonight … Continue reading
Don’t give your heart or bed to a tulip. Early riser perhaps, but an elegant fraud, its brief perfection and arrogant nod, mask a sharp penchant for nasty gossip and a stingy streak that cheats the poor bee hungry for … Continue reading
Hi Friends, Mulberry Fork Review has just published my short story, “The True Shape of Raindrops.” You can see it by clicking here. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
I. Hunting season on a dusty path in rattlesnake country. I once felt a bullet breeze past my ear. But today a small child approaches, his blue tie longer than his button-up shirt. The path wells up and a wind … Continue reading
Down in the shadows still very still, she labors away Her widow’s hump. Her grizzled pelt. Her chin upon her boney chest. Others frolic, scamper and collide. She pays them no mind, rubbing something so fast her arm blurs. She … Continue reading
So I’m driving on the freeway and this lady calls in to the radio talk show. The guy on the radio’s talking about police shooting black sons but she wants to talk about her daughter—sweet girl, her only daughter. She … Continue reading
Hi Friends, My Clan has just appeared in Crack the Spine Literary Journal, Issue 122. You’ll find it here. (Just click on my name.) Such a thrill to close the loop!
. . . . . . . . . . . . You go away and the clock ticks louder and slower. You go away and I make deals with myself: No wine tonight. Maybe dessert instead. You go away … Continue reading
She came from a northern place— a place with shade, where lakes rest in mountain hollows and moose wade in the shallows under a dragonfly gaze. She didn’t know the desert— where a lake is a turquoise guest drawn by … Continue reading
When’s the last time you drifted along lost in the haze of a celadon glow, ambling into the slow drumming dawn? A melody hides in the lure of beyond, promise arising. Adiago. When’s the last time you drifted along, footsteps … Continue reading
Last night I couldn’t sleep – jet lag, probably, but I kept thinking about Fields of Gold, “A story of two sisters.” Pam Morrison wrote the words, some her own and some from her sister Annie, who was dying of … Continue reading
On this late spring day I went to the police station to retrieve my stuff (as the AG put it, “Someone came into your house and took your stuff.”) Now that our thief’s in prison I figured he doesn’t need … Continue reading
Insomnia takes me to interesting places. About a year ago I turned to the Bible – King James Version, on my Kindle, which actually lists “God” as the author. I started with the easy stuff: Mathew, Mark, Luke and John, … Continue reading
Dunedin, 2007 Stumbling on the wee hour sidewalk, a sweet gallant punctures my whiskey fog. Windmill arms, but he rights himself to wonder am I OK. I wonder is he OK. We part to the leaf patter of a warm … Continue reading
Before the rain fell the forest sighed a long exhale. Mushrooms strained towards the light as butterflies capered, oblivious. Before the earth shook the hawk slipped off to shelter. Tectonics kissed in the dark as people labored, oblivious.
Swirling along in the ever-blue sea she nurses her calf and grazes on green. She came to that place where the small men hunt, small men with small phalanges piercing the thin lobes of their small ears. They eat flesh, … Continue reading
Remember Kids Say the Darndest Things!? It’s time for Officials Say the Darndest Things! Here are a few to prime the pump. Then it’s your turn. Segment 1: Adverbs Gone Berserk “We do not wittingly collect data on Americans.” – Director … Continue reading
Hi Folks, Here’s something I’ve been working on. What do you think? Thank you all for coming. Mom would have been pleased, but she would have a made a snide joke of it, you know? I don’t think she … Continue reading