stephanie wright

psychologist, writer, human

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A word after a word after a word is power. ~Margaret Atwood


Opus 1, No. 18
Like a grand theory of mind with its
one recursion,
two recursion, three recursion, four
(who's a hot potato?),
I think of Aida: Nubian
princess, opera, strange
Broadway collaboration. Oh, right.
And more than a mention
in an 80s lament. She might've been,
and Verdi thought of her
before the thinking was thought of and
still yet before one
song reminded us that we are all
prisoners in a tomb
of our own making. We choose to die:
conspirators, lovers,
or kings by the deeds we elect and
those that select us.
I think of Aida, who was no
Juliet, and recall
how superior the choice is to
lie in darkness enclosed
by the arms of love than to live lit
by the affirmations
of our own hypocrisies. We know
so little of love 'til
we know the whole of it, when living
becomes incidental.

©207 Stephanie Wright

I write stories and poems. In a castle. On a cloud.

If you try very hard, you may occasionally find me at Johnny's or El Zarape on Broad Street in Rome, GA.

I accept chaos. I'm not sure whether it accepts me. ~Bob Dylan

How interesting do people really think you are? ~Jakob Dylan

The Histories Universe: The Church groomed a Champion to destroy the witch of all witches. There's only one thing they forgot in their careful planning: love.

Triplex Coniunctio (2001)

Angels Wept (coming early 2017)

Magnolia Jack (in-progress)

A Curious Courtship (novella, Zimbell House)

The Applewhite Affair (novella, Zimbell House)

Books not in the Histories series

Raising Faulkner

A Metaphor for Kings

Eden's Gate

The Dollhouse

Caffé Verona

less collection than drop by to see what’s playing on Stephanie’s mental reel at the moment (two today!)

online mindfulness courses for CEUs (email for info)

writing coach (email for info)

Senryū

melancholy snowfall

beneath grey depression clouds

martyr's rusty sword