Published inThe POM·Sep 2, 2020Member-onlyDéjà vuI wish this moment of success would feel like a déjà vu. Like I’ve already experienced it, seen it, felt it. I wish the memory of this preset future would rush back to me. So I can believe what is happening was always a possibility and never a coincidence. I…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe POM·Aug 30, 2020Member-onlyEven Butterflies Need To Cocoon SometimesA Poem — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Friday Fix·Jul 17, 2020Member-onlyCrossing The OceansPerspective in microfiction — Fiction1 min readFiction1 min read
Jul 16, 2020Member-onlyUnderstanding The War Of ArtUsing the scientific method to identify the creative resistance in your life — “Most of us have two lives The Life we live and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance” — Steven Pressfield At multiple points in our lives, we find ourselves wondering what is the point? What is our individual purpose on this planet? What am I supposed…Self6 min readSelf6 min read
Published inThe Friday Fix·Jul 3, 2020Member-onlyA Lunar RemedyHealing in microfiction — Fiction1 min readFiction1 min read
Published inSci-Fi Shorts·Jul 1, 2020Member-onlyAida’s MelodyIt was a perfect vessel for carrying a memory-erasing particle — Sitting on the swing Aida played the violin hoping her melody was working. Memories of a previous world came flooding as the swing swayed back and forth to the violin’s tunes. It was a world without humans infesting every inch of Neptune. As predicted, fifty years ago in 2606, Earth…Fiction3 min readFiction3 min read
Published inMuddyUm·Jun 29, 2020Member-onlyA New Space In My WardrobeHelp! My face mask moved in with me — I did my laundry the other day and as I was folding my clothes, I had a full-on breakdown. Usually, the process of doing my laundry and folding my clothes is a therapeutic one. I know I tend to be a little “neat freak” about it but I do enjoy…Humour2 min readHumour2 min read
Published inThe Friday Fix·Jun 26, 2020Member-onlyThe Lake of SpiritsMystery in microfiction — Gavin roamed the mansion’s grounds alone on Christmas eve. His 6 children all drowned in the lake, bodies never found. He walked on and soon became aware of what had drawn the children to the water’s edge. His late wife smiled up at him instead of his reflection. He jumped. …Fiction1 min readFiction1 min read
Published inThe Friday Fix·Jun 24, 2020Member-onlyOur AlphabetsRomance in microfiction — Microfiction1 min readMicrofiction1 min read
Published inThe POM·Jun 24, 2020Member-onlyFall For My WordsA Poetic Invitation — Will you fall for my words? At times they evoke tears like a waterfall but otherwise, they're gentle like a brown leaf succumbing to the fall. I know I’m not the prettiest, the cleverest, or the richest. …Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
