Writer, photographer, and artist living life on the Oregon Coast.
She’s sick in the bathroom again. It’s the third time this week. These new medications seem to be making her sicker than she usually is and I am eager to give her some relief. She keeps me lined up next to her pill bottles and medical equipment. She’s warm and kind and it's been a pleasure for me to help her as her life nears an eventual end. She pauses for a second after washing her hands and rinsing out her mouth.
By Reneé V.2 months ago in Fiction
A mouse tail tied to a red-and-white, zig-zagged Balloon string. A boy, nearing the end of his youth, Carries it in his palms - ready to let it float away. Another life he could X-out.
By Reneé V.3 months ago in Poets
“He was my hero.” I began the eulogy shaking my head at how cliche it sounded. He would never like this; he was never one to settle for cliches. He was known as being one of the greatest songwriters of our time, and here I am, writing the eulogy for his funeral and starting it off with a lame stereotypical cliche that would have made his fans shudder in disgust.
By Reneé V.about a year ago in Fiction
In 2015 I walked into a local tattoo parlor in Cottonwood, AZ 86326. I carried in my red right hand, a clear glass vial about the size of a roll of quarters. My uncle's ashes fill it's cylindrical shape.
By Reneé V.3 years ago in Poets