Denise Davis

Joined June 2022

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Bio

A Manhattan-toasted, Kentucky marinated, Southern Californian, this 60+ year old woman has studied writing, taught writing and admired writing. It's time to actually begin writing. We shall see how this goes.

Achievements (1)

Runner-Up in After the Parade Challenge

Stories (16/0)

Wherever I go you are there....
“So, what have you been doing lately?” She asked - the woman with whom I once taught theology. “Catching Pokémon,” I admitted,
By Denise Davis3 months ago in Poets
Top Story - January 2024
Assumed IdentityTop Story - January 2024
It lay on the hotel bed - a hoodie gifted at Christmas. With one sleeve white, one sleeve black, its brown letters - outlined in orange on the grey front -
By Denise Davis4 months ago in Poets
Why am I not enough...
“Why am I not enough?” I once wondered, as my father demanded another. “Why am I not enough to make you stop drinking?”
By Denise Davis5 months ago in Poets
A Miracle of the Mundane
"Sometimes I am a chosen witness for miracles appearing among mundane." In my cell I sit, a makeshift basement room
By Denise Davis6 months ago in Poets
How to not write a poem
Insist that the prompt is just too easy Not worthy of thought, not worthy of effort. Know that inspiration shall flash.
By Denise Davis8 months ago in Poets
A Simple Gift
Sleek and silky, Rufus awaits Best dog in the world - knowing that, as light turns golden, the moment will come.
By Denise Davis9 months ago in Poets
A Father Dies
His hands squeezed into fists, veins pulsing. He lifted his head, neck straining. “This can’t be!” The nurse exclaimed. “He’s comatose.”
By Denise Davis10 months ago in Poets
I Come from Desire
Desire created me, centuries of desire - desire for love & intimacy, self-worth & power, possession & conquest - I know not what;
By Denise Davisabout a year ago in Poets
On the asphalt river
On the asphalt river winding through my city a car sped by, its driver - determined to arrive I do not know where - claimed space for self
By Denise Davisabout a year ago in Poets
The Camera Clicked
The camera clicked, capturing us - silhouettes in candlelight - at the altar of our church, of our God. Confident, we vowed
By Denise Davisabout a year ago in Poets
The Remains of Life
Gretchen was pulling up the dead stuff from her garden, when something caught her attention. Hands filled with dried mums, she looked up to see the source of an unusual buzzing above. Assuming the drone to be a class project from the nearby school, she tossed her bunch into a pile nearby, then bent further across the bed to dig out the bulb she intended to save. The ping of her watch stopped her.
By Denise Davisabout a year ago in Fiction
Top Story - October 2022
The MachineTop Story - October 2022
The machine - so necessary for modern life - sits near its companion, unused: its drum empty, its timer silent. What it replaced, the line,
By Denise Davis2 years ago in Poets

Denise Davis

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Stories (16/0)

Wherever I go you are there....

Assumed IdentityTop Story - January 2024

Why am I not enough...

A Miracle of the Mundane

How to not write a poem

A Simple Gift

A Father Dies

I Come from Desire

On the asphalt river

The Camera Clicked

The Remains of Life

The MachineTop Story - October 2022

Achievements (1)