Writer. Gothic Soul. Woodland Spirit.
I seek the golden light of inspiration In the momentary hush at dusk As the day slips from my grasp And I take in my hands what I can clutch Before the thought I chase disappears To be replaced by reckless fears I pin it to a canvas I splash it on a page And... Continue Reading →
Film grain, vintage vibesThe elegance of black and whiteSongs playing in my mindLiving life in rewindHoping to get it right this timeHalloween and Christmas lightsGlitter and neon to keep it brightFinding myself in lines I writeOn quiet nights by candlelightFull of contradictions--the story of my lifeUnassuming, painfully polite My black nail polish feels like a... Continue Reading →
I have kept every kiss you've given me pressed between pages, lining the cabinet doors, dripping from the eaves, hanging from the lintels like mistletoe, and tucked into the corners of every mirror. They wink at me as I go about my day, these reminders of you. From my book Woodland Spirits.
Searching the lost and found For yesterday's perfect chance For the word that should have been my last For someone else's guarantee that some good things are meant to be (and the power to believe it) For the weathered road map left by someone who's been down this path For your good graces For the... Continue Reading →
Such a soothing cadence to your voice Talk to me all night Drone on about anything you like Rehash your madcap adolescence Exaggerate in all the predictable ways Explain your slapdash philosophy Tell me the plots and schemes Of your most boring dreams Your tall tales, your misremembered fables I don't care what you say... Continue Reading →
Beelzebub has moved in To the empty space in my soul He's stringing up red fairy lights And making himself at home He drinks a wicked mix of poisons That's much too strong for me Taking shots of dread and doubt As he lounges on my dormant dreams He used to keep me up at... Continue Reading →
Here is another excerpt from my work-in-progress novel, Miss Cadaver. It's told from the point of view of a reanimated corpse. Darryl is the "mad scientist" with a day job at a medical school. Lydia is his wife who is not pleased with his project of bringing the dead back to life, but she's sympathetic... Continue Reading →
I have always been a lone wolf, pawing this well-worn path, baring my timid teeth at shadows passing in the distance, scampering into hiding when anyone approaches. But now as darkness dampens the busy noise of the world, I have learned to listen, to hear for the first time that we all howl at the... Continue Reading →
This is the opening to my novel Demon's Grin. I'm not crazy about the title, but I've been working on this for almost three years and haven't come up with anything better. For a while, the working title was Love and Destroy, after the Franz Ferdinand song, which is about the book The Master and... Continue Reading →
This is the opening to the novel I'm currently drafting. It's called Miss Cadaver, though I don't think my resurrected corpse uses "Cadaver" as her last name. I haven't decided on a name for her yet. The naming of people, places, and things stalls my writing progress more than it probably should. Anyway, this is... Continue Reading →
Michelle Wicklow 