Deidrea DeWitt

I Wanted Him (poem)

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I wanted him to miss me in those empty spaces,

in those downbeats,

in those deep breaths

between the present, past, and future.

And I wanted him to see my soul

in cracks and curtains,

in small spaces where light seeped in,

and in heavy awnings

hovering over his thoughts.

And I wanted him to whisper to me

over his morning and evening coffee,

both a conversation and a prayer,

his lips and heart coming together

passing through multiple dimensions

to speak to me.… Read the rest >>> “I Wanted Him (poem)”

I miss the way you once were, the way you spoke, the cadence of your words when you didn’t want the world to hear us. I miss your deep inflections, paired with slow reflections; the way your intonation rose and fell with my breath and self-control.

I was called a fool for loving you. And I was.

And I am.

In my hopeless defense, your words were full; carefully crafted in unwoven silk and raw honesty.… Read the rest >>> “Irreparable (poem)”

Invisible Beauty (flash)

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She was plain – nothing outstanding and yet somehow obviously desired. It was easy to see that in the way he leaned towards her as he spoke; the way their fingers intertwined warmly, like a fire had been made in the hearth of their hearts, in a home built for them both.

And I knew I was more beautiful. Externally only, of course. I felt the twisted, ugly pieces of my soul speak up from its darkness as I pretended not to see them.… Read the rest >>> “Invisible Beauty (flash)”

1 Sentence 8 Ways: Answer (Writing 101)

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How should you organize sentences for the greatest emotional impact? Let’s take a look at a dramatic sentence and rewrite it in a few ways in order to change the impact it has on the reader.

SAMPLE SENTENCE: All she wanted was the answer, but she had no idea how much she would hate it.

VARIATIONS:

All she wanted was the answer. She had no idea how much she would hate it.

… Read the rest >>>

Sweet (poem)

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I sacrificed mundane possibilities for the grandiose fantasy you gave me. I could no longer sit in contentment when thinking of a normal daily life: a life of avoiding alarm clocks, selling off eight to ten pieces of my day for magic beans, and coming home to wash my hands and feet of it while I aged slowly in the mirror.

No, you added sugar to each dream, making it impossibly sweet and addicting.… Read the rest >>> “Sweet (poem)”

Red Light, Green Light (short story)

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The bachata club off of 37th was a mix of darkness and light; the beat of the music disrupting the heart’s natural rhythm, the red and green spotlights sweeping across the room sending mixed signals.

It had been the longest fourteen months that Evelynn had ever remembered. Even after all this time, the city still proved to be heartless and distant, filled to the brim with scurrying ants disguised as people, all of them climbing the hologram of the corporate ladder.… Read the rest >>> “Red Light, Green Light (short story)”

Writing as Therapy: Real Conversations (Writing 101)

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What is the worst thing someone has ever said to you? What is the worst thing you’ve said to someone else?

There is always a haunting echo of a string of words that broke our hearts or that we have used to break the hearts of others. Apologies and reconciliation are not always possible in reality, but are always possible on paper.

Previously we discussed writing imaginary conversations in a fictional format as a form of therapy.… Read the rest >>> “Writing as Therapy: Real Conversations (Writing 101)”

Insomnia (poem)

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You were my favorite form of insomnia.

Surrounded by darkness, I kept my eyes open, wondering how many stars would fall from the sky before you were laying next to me. I imagined your lips… how they might speak and tease when no one was watching; their ratio of sugar and salt while expressing desire in primordial ways. I imagined them accompanied by the coarse curiosity of your hands, positive they could conjure magic if I could only get close enough. … Read the rest >>> “Insomnia (poem)”

Betrayal (flash fiction)

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She tangled her arms around his neck, the scent of his lavender laundry soap and his spiced cedar skin crowding her senses. His chest vibrated as he hummed in laughter; half amused, half triumphant.

“Quite obsessed with me. . . aren’t you?” he asked.

She rested her forehead against his shoulder, her skin grinding into his sweater as she nodded. An arm gently wrapped around her waist, warmth – his own warmth – enclosing her.… Read the rest >>> “Betrayal (flash fiction)”

1 Sentence 6 Ways: Light Switch (Writing 101)

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Let’s play with style.

In my previous One Sentence post, I showed you how to play with punctuation in order to change the feeling of a sentence. This time, I’m going to be playing with different sentence lengths and style choices to show you how it affects the feeling of a sentence.

Here’s today’s example sentence:

He fumbled in the darkness looking for the light switch, but when he finally found it there was someone already in the room. … Read the rest >>> “1 Sentence 6 Ways: Light Switch (Writing 101)”