P. M. Starr

Joined March 2021

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Bio

I love reading and writing for pleasure, comfort, and creating introvert sanctuaries.

Top-tier contender for all-time favorite book: Lizard Music by D. Manus Pinkwater

Early influences: Judy Blume, Ray Bradbury, (real) V. C. Andrews

Stories (12/0)

What I Learned from Craig Lesley
I Winterkill (the book) he spent long days just to write the waterfall's death II When asked how to write through the hard parts he answers:
By P. M. Starr6 days ago in Poets
The New Year's Job
I spent New Year’s Eve in the cold outside The Offices. Waiting for signs of life on the fifth floor. Watching the dark windows expecting them to light up any minute.
By P. M. Starr13 days ago in Fiction
Cap Hand
The cap in my left hand is the door thrown open held stiff against thick-pressing wind RUSHING to meet my progress.
By P. M. Starr4 months ago in Poets
ONE DISH AT A TIME
Just two of the long solid good forks And two of the super cheap spoons Keep counting them down for tomorrow Good enough as the dishwater cools.
By P. M. Starr5 months ago in Poets
Test Caps: Chapter 1
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” It was the skinny one talking to his bigger friend, leaning in close with a hand cupped around his mouth to make the words sound even more dramatic, building tension like a voiceover for a movie trailer while we waited in the auditorium for the suits to begin their program.
By P. M. Starr6 months ago in Fiction
Iced Tea
My wife sunbathes on her chaise lounge in our lush backyard: a private dinosaur garden full of gigantic primitive-looking plants with fronds, fuzzy bark, and palmate leaves. Her long bare legs shine with suntan oil all the way up to her caramel-colored monokini cut very high above her hipbones. A gold chain between her breasts connects the V of fabric to cover them while leaving her bellybutton exposed below.
By P. M. Starr7 months ago in Humans
WHEWM
“Tell me about my godfather.” “Well … you know. He’s kind of … eccentric.” “Will we ever see him again?” “Hard to say, honey. I don’t know.”
By P. M. Starr8 months ago in Fiction
The Glassblowers
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. My little sister laughed at him now, the way she always did when our grandfather started a story this way. Right before she challenged him.
By P. M. Starr8 months ago in Fiction
Color Me Grey
:: rough draft letter to my mom before we see each other for the first time since pre-pandemic :: Before you come over I just want to prepare you; I let myself go. And it’s not because of C19 or shutdowns.
By P. M. Starr8 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Words
It’s not that the words are powerful. It’s that the words are secret. Maybe that’s why I don’t remember them: the secret words my dad divulged to me on his deathbed.
By P. M. Starr2 years ago in Families
Revised, Rebuilt & Redacted
198? She forced us to turn in rough drafts with everything. Editing and revising our own work into a final draft was required by Mrs. Carlson, fresh out of college and full of ideas.
By P. M. Starr2 years ago in Motivation
Don't Feed the Wildlife
When squirrel moved into our house, I knew it was wrong. Your elders and the internet tell you THEY MUST BE REMOVED. Or else: chewed-through wires! Fires! Hantavirus! Loss of community standing! Erosion of self-respect!
By P. M. Starr2 years ago in Earth

P. M. Starr

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What I Learned from Craig Lesley

The New Year's Job

Cap Hand

ONE DISH AT A TIME

Test Caps: Chapter 1

Iced Tea

WHEWM

The Glassblowers

Color Me Grey

The Secret Words

Revised, Rebuilt & Redacted

Don't Feed the Wildlife

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