stephanie wright

psychologist, writer, human

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


A week of mothering a teenaged girl
will teach a woman like me a lot:
like how unlike them I am, these women
who drive carpool caravans and make sure
Teacher Appreciation Day leaves no
educator without new class supplies
or Starbucks gift cards (does it count that I
raised a fourth-grade teacher or pay for a
pending coffee every time I'm on queue?);
like how I remain the quiet outcast
not quite sure how to talk to the beauty
queen and, so, considered cold, a pedant
and uncompromising boor, though I'm not;
unlike them, it would seem, in other ways,
too, like their twenty-year marriages to
high school sweethearts I should envy but don't
know how, my own solitude I believe
they covet while coping with the clumsy
fumblings of men whose caresses should be
practiced after so long, or the wish I
once had that you might leave her and I
might find myself more like them after all.

©2017

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!)

Senryū

melancholy snowfall

beneath grey depression clouds

martyr's rusty sword