E.K. Daniels

Joined March 2021

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Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen

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Trevor and the Existential Toaster. Runner-Up in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
It began with a toaster. Not even a good toaster. A clearance-rack, two-slice, chrome-flecked, half-hearted hunk of betrayal that couldn’t even brown a bagel evenly.
By E.K. Daniels10 months ago in Humor
Rejoice
The holidays arrive like a long-lost friend, their arms heavy with the weight of memory. In kitchens alive with the clatter of tradition,
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
As She Takes, She Gives. Top Story - December 2024.
The earth exhales, Sharpening her blade on the wind. She arrives quietly, like a mourner, Drawing white breath over blades of grass
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Apricity
In the hush of winter’s grip, when breath curls in the brittle air, and the world wears white like a shroud for dreaming things,
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Winter Is Coming
Flurries flutter to the street as sheets of ice fall, people shudder in the bitter cold as the season’s cold shutters,
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Mother Mary
Dear Mary, If you’re reading this letter, my Dad, and your friend of almost 60 years, is dead. You said it was unfair that you got to spend more time with him than I did. Or that it didn’t matter in terms of our grief. To know him for a minute, a decade, or a lifetime, was to be forever moved by him. Moved by a man that would move mountains, and give you, or any stranger passing by, the shirt off his back. You were there with me when his shirts no longer fit, and could no longer give, but was forced to receive. You were there for me when that man had once again become a boy. When the cancer had riddled his brain, rendering him but a shell of his former self. When you could hold his frail frame close to yours, and you could hear the ocean.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Humans
The Salmon of Knowledge and Somewhere Downstream
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The salmon swam downstream. A dense fog clung to boats at the riverbank, as if trying to hold onto a sense of familiarity. But the tide was changing.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Holy Ghost
Omniscience above, The holy one is a ghost, Scaring us below.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Moon Hangs, Toenail Clipped
Moon hangs, toenail clipped, It’s silver sliver promise Swept away by dawn.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Lying Line
Horizon stretched wide, Lying line does not divide, But brings us closer.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Sunrise Spills. Second Place in Sky-ku Challenge.
Sunrise spills gold light, First breath of a waking world, Whispering “begin”
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Knowing Spring
Sunlight through bare trees, Small green buds wait patiently, Knowing Spring will come.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets