JD Pernoste and Anneliese Dahl
Bio
Pernoste is a scientist, poet, and artist, and Anneliese Dahl is a young reclusive poet. Now exploring stories in verse novel format. Check out "In the Minuses".
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Stories (37/0)
An Unkindness of Ravens
There is a deep and solemn purple to the warm summer darkness, and the night is breathless, like me. I inhale deeply, as if there is never, ever, enough fresh air to breathe, like the air can burst my lungs with happy. This sweet solace always finds me here atop the gray eaves of the house, drowning under a panorama of pastel stars.
By JD Pernoste and Anneliese Dahlabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Truth in Writing
There is a certain honesty inherent in writing, don’t you think? And I think writing should be honest in most aspects. Otherwise it won’t resonate as well with readers, won’t feel so real. [Pernoste reminds me that not everybody is as interested in “real”, and sometimes they just want blatantly unreal entertainment.] OK, but I think even in these situations, light-hearted entertainment, action fiction, romance fiction, still work better with a core of honest human motivations and interactions.
By JD Pernoste and Anneliese Dahl14 days ago in Journal
Stories in Poem
We are all very familiar with the traditional prose novels that dominate our lives and our libraries, and even our favorite NetFlix movies. And we are equally (perhaps) familiar with poetry, that unfortunately many avoid for both good and bad reasons. Mostly bad, we’d say, as you need to take your time with poetry, and most are too impatient these days.
By JD Pernoste and Anneliese Dahl17 days ago in Journal
The Great Puppet Theater
The Great Puppet Theatre Stage was a wondrous place of mysteries, and terrible, spectacular contradictions. It was small by normal standards, but to the numerous small puppets, waiting in the secret auditorium behind, the Stage was the size of the world. Its ceiling vaulted high behind the curtains, a realm of ropes and walkways and many suns, a place of Giants and mysterious skies. Below the Stage, was a hidden world, dark and deep, from which shadowy Giants offered their Hands for performances.
By JD Pernoste and Anneliese Dahl18 days ago in Fiction
