#WeWriWa: Like Vivid Teardrops

Hey there! It’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors’ #8sentencesunday again!

I missed last week. It was a low-energy week, and I ran out of time. If I don’t scurry today, the same thing will happen, so I’ll leave the catching up for next week. =)

I’m  at the point of asking for review readers. If you’ve enjoyed this story and would love to offer an honest review in return for an ARC, please let me know! I’d like to have at least five reviewers ready by the time I publish (which, at this point, will likely be mid-May).

Here’s the description for my light shines; shadow falls short story/poetry collection (subject to tweaking in the coming weeks):

Yearning for delicious reading that scatters tiny treasures through your busy life? Add light shines; shadow falls to your collection and enter new realities today!

Five breathtaking bite-sized journeys into other lives. Ten autobiographical poems that sample author Shan Jeniah Burton’s life – from the child of volatile parents to the journey of married life, through joy and grief and beyond, interwoven with five lyrical short stories that range from the fantastical to the almost-like-real-life-but-not-quite: 

 A woman, two hawks, and her child self…
 A graffiti artist’s lilac-scented shame…
 A life history told in stained glass…
 A life-changing cup of coffee…
 A most unusual engagement…

You’ll learn why red is a tricky color, follow the ongoing path of a marriage, and feel the deceptive power of the word, “Yes.”

Each story and poem is a treasure of imagery and sensory delights. Each explores light and shadow in its own unique way. 

Savor them one at a time, or feast on them all in one sitting – the choice is all yours. Scroll up and treat yourself today!

Photo credit: Jeri Minick

And now it’s time for the next installment of “Storm at Song Glass Cabin.” Last week, our dying narrator was releasing her responsibility for her grown son’s future and had turned back to her cabin filled with stained glass memories. We’ll pick up from there with the next eight sentences.

I blink in the riotous crescendo and breathe rainbows. I want to makeSean see that it’s all right, that in my mind everything can be finished, with The Balance of Life and Infinity whole just because I imagine them that way. With the new pane of fragmented, tumbled, chaotic rainbows in my studio where once there was only clear glass. It’s exquisite, exactly as I imagine it: radiant, like vivid teardrops, cascading from the sky to shower an open heart.

It is all so achingly lovely. Life’s beauty swells my heart, and I want to share it with everyone.

It’s impossible. I can’t reach out, and no one can reach in, anymore, not even my son.

Photo credit: Jeri Minick

“Storm at Song Glass Cabin” first appeared in Exploits of the Adirondacks, an anthology published by 518 Publishing Company.

It will be included in my upcoming first collection of short stories and poetry, light shines; shadow falls. Stay tuned for details as I wend my way through Amazon’s self-publishing maze. =)


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