Beautifuldreamer
Profile
Growing up in middle class suburbia, my first writing haven was our backyard fort. I spent hours there scribbling my heart out on lined pencil tablets, making up stories about brave children who ran away from cruel parents, children much braver than I.
I’ve written short stories, poetry, and am now working on a novel and my childhood memoir.
Thanks to everyone taking the time to leave a comment, whether it’s positive or negative. I can always learn something from the feedback of others.
Groups
Beautifuldreamer is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Flash Fiction and Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
Writing
Because
Because— / today the rain slants in familiar direction / needling the generous porches / of homes built in the era of / my early childhood. Because— / when I looked in the mirror / I s…
Fast Girls
| modify | remove | post follow up | organize The three sisters across the street live with their divorced mama. They wear cool outfits, flipping long ironed hair over shoulde…
Blank Ceilings
You stole summer from me / on the wrinkled bed / you shared with my mother, / as your eager fingertips explored my depths, / forging new trails into my being / to which you would return, like hidden t…
When First We Found Our Voices
When first we found our voices / they were cartoonish mouse squeaks earning us raised eyebrows and smirks. / We were not a force to be reckoned with, not yet. / First the squeak must give way to h…
Dialogue
He said any place is home, / to which I replied: If I minded the rain I’d not live in Oregon.
Giving Up Midge
While helping my sister unpack from a recent move, I unearthed a plastic arm hidden beneath a pile of worn dish towels. “My Midge doll!” I cried. “I didn’t know you had her.” Fondly I st…
