There once was a girl who wandered alone, stuffing her pockets with stories. She plucked them from the tansies and the thistles and made ink of her brick-red blood. On lonely nights, she wove them with frayed bits of heartstring to pull down the moon for company.

#1lineWed
#vss

Find me at eventide, when the sky burns purple. Cradle me between the pecan trees, where the nightingales nest and cotton carries on the wind. Kiss me honey-slow, like a thing in need of savor....for our days are long, but these hours are far too short.
#1lineWed
#romance
#vss365

Put your hand in mine. Wear a groove into the veins of my lifeline. Seep me in your day-old tshirt sundown smell until I can't wash it away. Stand with me. Forever. I will gather all of your beautiful bits as they crumble.

#Satsplat
#SlapDashSat
#vss 365
#romance
#amwriting
#vss

I wrote a thing. You should buy it.
*revels in ridiculously miscalculated anticipation*
#book s
#book launch
#fiction
#amreading
#WomensFiction
#comingofage
#BookBoost
#book
#amwriting
#book worm

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Some folks spat at Mama in the street. Others looked her over like Mary goddamn Magdalene. But Mama said 'Sir' and 'Ma'am' and brought the hobos huckleberry pies. When I ask her why she told me plain, 'honey, life's a damn shitstorm. But love's the eye.'
#fiction
#btr2sday
#vss

'Round about age 12, I started sproutin' all these bulgy bits 'n gnarly hairs. I recollect glarin' in the mirror as Mama floated in, smellin' of rose water. 'Girl,' she says, 'that body's got the power to move mountains 'n birth babies. Don't you never be ashamed of it.'
#moodmon

Come October, when the rusty sun bed down at a lazy hour, Papa'd come cuttin' through the pitch. He'd scoop me up and we'd dance until the Harvest Moon swelled with envy.
Sometimes I replay those old memories like a vinyl records that skips in all the right places.

#sunscribbles

Mama said that long after all her babies were grown, and gone, and scattered across the country like wild dandelions pips riding the wind....she could still hear us laughing in the rafters of that ole Louisiana farmhouse like angels in the architecture.

#SlapDashSat
#vss 365
#vss

I couldn't tell ya the year...but it was thick summer, at dusk...and I was no bigger than a pup. Papa trailed the violet skyline with his finger like a frosted cake. 'Aren't those stars purdy?' he says.
'But they're so small.'
He winked. 'All the best things are.'

#fictfri
#vss

Kid you not, Meemaw could'a made the damn Devil blush. One Easter she swans into church all bedazzled up like a fat Elton John and tells Preacher Biggs, 'Son, my body's like a week-old salad. Wilted all to shit but looks a helluva lot better with dressin' on it!'

#thurds
#vss365

I was drownin' in a pool of tears and chiffon on what should'a been the happiest day of my life when Mama crept in quiet as a ghost, cupped my chin, and cooed, 'Darlin', you don't need no man who spooks at your rough edges. You need the one who'll kiss 'em smooth.'
#1lineWed
#vss

We was sprawled out in the garden under a thick haze of summer soup, 'tween Mama's ruby-red 'maters and a tangle of fat okra.Henry inched across the ryegrass 'til we was brushin' skin and then kissed me so slow that Father Time stopped just to watch.
P6
#romance
#vss365
#btr2sday

Mama sat a spell, watchin' the butternut sun slide down into God's pocket. Then she drawls, 'Way I see it, there's two kinda women..the ones who get all worn 'n wrinkly, and the ones who die tryin'. I mean to laugh my lines in deep. Hell, I ain't ashamed. I'm survivin''.
#musemon

Come Halloween, Henry dressed up like one of them old-timey judges with the powdered wigs and went around philosophizin' about how any folk who gave out popcorn balls or fruit oughta be tarred and feathered. I reckon it was the most sense of #politician ever made.
#sunwip
#vss365

In the summer of '79, Hell bubbled right up through the loamy Louisiana soil. The air got frightful heavy and the sun swelled into an angry tomato fixin' to sizzle us like slugs on the sidewalk. Mama said the Devil must'a come down to Georgia and taken a wrong turn.

#SlapDashSat

Gramps watched me scutterin' around in Mama's oversized heels, gummed his stogie, and grumbled, 'Don't be in such a hurry to grow up, kid. Getting old's mostly about findin' hair in your ears and forgettin' where you left everything else.'
#thurds
#vss365
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Mama said fool women were keen on torturizin' their selves. They'd plant their fannies in front of monstrous magnifying mirrors and pluck themselves naked as a day-old jaybird. But she said all them gals was beautiful to begin with. They just wasn't lookin' hard enough.
#1lineWed

Book inspired by #Twitter !
Maybe it was the little devil sittin’ on her shoulder that turned Olive into a murderin’ vagabond at the tender age of 13. Or maybe…it was something more.
smarturl.it/GoodLittleGirls #southern #comingofage
@k_kibbee @incorgnitobooks

What's Fall without your favorite fiery southern family trading snark and buttermilk biscuits across the table? Join me beginning 10/1 as I revisit some faves from Mama, Gramps, Olive and the whole Abenathy clan in preparation for their 10/13 #bookrelease
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