A cross between a Xennial and Zennial but never a millennial. Lover of the oxford comma and ellipsis.
Redmoon’s Boneyard Prayer was inspired by several things, one in particular being the movie Ironweed. I love the story, the modern bunraku, the music, the dirt, the lighting, and the shadows.
By Talya6 months ago in Writers
does not seem legit how many sorrys you have Disingenuous you throw up sorrys like confetti. Please stop ‘cause - comes down like glitter
By Talya7 months ago in Poets
“Come in for a minute.” A catalyst for one of the most malignant continuous series of moments I would endure in my lifetime. I was working on a music video for a controversial artist. I don’t know if I was called in because I was closest to the door at the time or if there was any forethought at all. Forethought is flattering but fleeting. I would like to think it was because I was closest to the door.
By Talya8 months ago in Chapters
In a past life the day didn't always start with the sunrise. In a past life the day didn't always have a "routine." In a past life the habit was a wash of hot mess of whirling and wringing. A fierce force, sometimes of my own fruition, a sucking the marrow out of life kind of thing. Other times... Other times, life was leading me. At some points there would be rough routines, but nothing close to an imaginable "mundane" of traditional life.
By Talya9 months ago in Poets
After the dirt flies, the haze lingers. The shovel reaches a foot deep. Two feet. Three feet… Out of breath, she wonders if the hole is deep enough.
By Talya11 months ago in Fiction
Dissatisfaction from all these that detract -- I can't believe you when you say things with such a matter of fact. Such conviction in your masochistic Machiavellian roads to no where.
By Talya11 months ago in Poets