Have you looked at the star chart? It’s the night we would have shared tomorrow in Buffalo. I found the coffee shop for our first meet after you won the dare — it had a fire neither of us experienced —
some day, not one day, I said.
But now I ache to feel your lips, finally, pressed to my ear. Have you looked at the star chart? To find you in the dark, just by the sound of you but also by the feel of you, a chuisle,
one day, not some day, you said
Pulse to pulse, but I don’t know if I can reclaim my heart now. I asked you to keep the compass safe for me, 700 miles away. Have you looked at the star chart? Some day, the beats grew distant and measured,
one day, not some day, you said.
I speak to and between the empty spaces of those beats. I look at the space where I used to wear my heart on my sleeve. I stare up at the sky, a chuisle, and know the sky is still the same.
But maybe there’s no difference between one and some.
Have you looked at the star chart?
Somewhere between Virginia and North Carolina: Find slips of her wit igniting weeds between the concrete slabs of the city sidewalk or in the worm-hooked smirk of a crow in the Blue Ridge sky. Chaney earns her bread and butter through freelance writing and the odd tarot reading, creative publication, and artwork purchase.
The vices that fuel her literary devices are assisted by americanos and dancing. She earned her BA in creative writing from Salem College, the oldest women’s college in the United States. Creative writing, particularly poetry, is both a career and soulcraft for her.
Chaney’s poetry and fiction have been featured in such publications as Thrush Poetry Journal, Moon Books: Moon Poets (an anthology of pagan poetry), Moonchild Magazine, Pedestal Magazine, and VQR’s Instaseries. Her artwork has shown in the Piedmont region of North Carolina and most recently in Denver, Colorado at Spectra’s “Tiny Art, Big Ideas!” show in November 2019.
Chaney’s poetry chapbook Between Blue and Grey (Amazon, 2012) won the Barnhills Books & More: Mothervine Festival Award for Best in Poetry in 2013. Her latest, weird little horror short story is a little bit Gaiman, Lovecraft, and Poe, The Blacklick Frog Rain: An Oral History Tale As Told By Kester Stoot, is available to read for free on Kindle Unlimited or for the price of a coffee refill.
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