Writing

Cul-de-Sac #onceisenough #catherinewallace the true path to liberating yourself from the past is to know your limits and open yourself up to new experiences. But be careful–with new experiences come new toxins. Be right. Be open. Be thoughtful. #wisdom #amwriting #fiction #literaryfiction

Jazz Music By William Butler

Another poem I wrote in 2000. Jazz Music By William Butler I watch you from a distance. Triggered by my heartache song And you have to remember me. And you have to remember when… When being the key word in this game. Trace back/back/deeper into a memory long past. Where cave men wrote jazz songs […]

A Poem I Wrote

I wrote this when I lived in NY. Going through the past brings up painful memories. Will You Look at Me Hey, will you look at me I called to you and you looked away That was a mistake What are you–ashamed? Am I moving up/out/around in circles? I need to know. Don’t stare too […]

Nine to Dine online blog tour

I’m getting ready to start up a Nine to Dine online book tour. If there are any interested parties please let me know. I will send out review copies of my book and do an interview on your blogs. Please in box me for more details. Nine to Dine

The Calm

I want to share with you a short story I wrote called The Calm. It’s a disturbing and candid story about abuse, ignorance, acceptance, and much much more. When writing this I was experimenting with tension between characters and nature. Melodrama fuels the story until the end, but I think that’s what creates the intense […]

Sample of a scene from my new book SIRENS–coming soon!!

Here is a short scene from the book I am currently writing called Sirens. Let me set it up for you. Bette Larson is attending the wake of her friend Sylvia Dodson, who was found murdered by her younger sister Tina. Robert in the scene is Allison’s brother, who knew Sylvia intimately. I will add […]

Oblivion

Oblivion is a short Flash Fiction story I wrote 2 years ago. I want to share it with you now. It tells a short twisted story about a dark desire for death. For years I have, as a writer, worked on my craft. A writer–writes. And continues to experiment with new and interesting ways to […]