Heidi Beth Sadler
Bio
I am a wild violinist & visual artist in Portland, OR. I co-front world-folk rock band Chasing Ebenezer with my husband Benjamin. I paint in the spirit of pointillism and textured art. I love writing and am so grateful you visited my page.
Stories (4/0)
The Grave Robber Journals
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” That’s what I heard on the radio just an hour ago, but here’s my question: since no one has ever left Earth, how can you know if that’s true or not? Isn’t it all a best guess?
By Heidi Beth Sadler11 days ago in Futurism
80's Baby Drinks Deep
The parched throat of an elementary school kid is no minor crisis. It feels like death. A painful, lingering kind that the adults just don’t understand. I can testify to the severity of the situation. The glory of a summer day can be destroyed when a little girl is dying of thirst. Her parents will definitely hear about it. I know mine did.
By Heidi Beth Sadler2 months ago in Feast
A Parlor Tale
San Francisco, 1919 She never believed him. Not really. The stories were too absurd. No matter how many times Grandfather insisted they were true, Nadine remained unconvinced. Nevertheless, it was fun to pretend. She’d been pretending for twenty years.
By Heidi Beth Sadler2 months ago in Fiction
Dragon Song
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But that was a long time ago, before the music stopped and the children began to disappear. You can’t create an ending without something else beginning. This is the life-death cycle that resides in all of us. No planet is immune.
By Heidi Beth Sadler2 months ago in Fiction
