I am a teacher with a passion for creative writing. My favorite genres to write are young adult, humor poetry, and memoir essays. Join me on my journey!
Elegy of a Farmer's Daughter
Horse had been on the farm the longest, and so had known the Farmer’s daughter, little Fern, the best of all the animals. In all his years on the farm, he had seen many cows, chickens, and pigs come and go, gone to slaughter when they stopped producing milk, eggs, or young. And as soon as little Fern was old enough to know what that meant, as the only one around to advocate on their behalf, she had protested to her father not to kill the “cute hens” or “sweet piggies.” And she always did so, despite the loud crashes and weeping the animals would inevitably hear later that night after the axe was put away.
Entry 1 A dog barked. I crossed the rooftop in its direction, stepping over detritus that stirred lightly in the breeze and walking in a diagonal so I could look down different streets until I found the animal among the piles of refuse and corpses that lined the street. The bullets in my pocket clinked against each other as I lifted the sniper rifle, keeping my head as low as I could, and peered through the scope.
Just for Giggles
I’ve always hated poetry, and really only read it when I thought I was supposed to like it. Really, whatever deeper meaning or message I was supposed to glean from the sparse stanzas just went right over my head. It’s the same reason I don’t like Ernest Hemingway novels either, but that’s a different story.