R.C. Taylor
Bio
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
Follow along for stories about a little bit of everything (i.e. life, nostalgia, and other affairs of the heart).
Stories (236/0)
- Top Story - June 2023
Poet Community, Meet Your New Best Friend
Hey Y'all, I'll keep it short and sweet. If you're a poet on Vocal, and you're also frustrated with how we have to personally maintain our stanzas with an asterisk or some other character to avoid our poems becoming one big stanza, this is for you. Here's a lovely work around I've discovered for you to get that perfect blank space in between your stanzas.
By R.C. Taylor11 months ago in Poets
- Runner-Up in Identity Challenge
Isolation
Her lover was like a beautiful rose that climbed up her throat, thorns nailing her tongue. Being with him was like being in a train wreck, a beautiful disaster that only snowballed, picking up debris along the way. Any small deviation from his valued idea of “perfection” only roused his anger, and she was the one to suffer. But it was only natural with the way that he was escalating that he would derail sooner or later, taking their world with him.
By R.C. Taylor12 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2023
The Clock-Drawing Test
“Now, that’s absolutely stunning, now, isn’t it?” came the abrupt coo that had me pause my shuffling. After bending down to retrieve the iridescent feather glinting in the day shy light, Alice slowly straightened, letting out a hiss of air as she did.
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction