R.C. Taylor

Joined July 2021

285 stories

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I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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Selvan and the Golden Pear
Selvan knew that he shouldn’t be here. He wasn’t allowed outside after dark without his parents but he was on a mission, a hero’s journey to save his mother.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
Salt the Earth
I shouldn’t be here, sneaking out on the same broom that my brother died on, but I need to see it. Need to be in its presence before I give what’s left of myself to the Altar, before nothing is left of me but smoke and name.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
After Constellations Go Dark
It came at night like all quiet things do. “Volans?” I ask, a catch in my throat and fear already gripping me when I see how still she is lying on the threadbare rug, “Hunnie?”
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
Jupiter
She was everything. She was Jupiter dripping on Mars, a kaleidoscope shattering under bare, undeterred, dirty feet. She had been thin and so so tired
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets
Upwards
One day I wake up and feel as if I’m falling upwards-- as if I don’t have pounds and pounds of baggage weighing me down,
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets
Black Girl, Black Woman Atlas
Black girl, Black woman, vivacious whistleblower, canary in the noxious mineshaft of centuries and centuries of oppression;
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets
Gravity Offended
The sun rises in the east as Black and brown communities are forced to finger paint with the blood of their children the red lines on the flag of a nation
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets
Bulls are Colorblind
The last thing that I thought I would run into in a bar two states away from my hometown was my past. Dillan Carmichael grins boyishly at me from across the room, his blond hair a halo around his face. Beneath his pleasantness, though, he’s all shark teeth and sirens in the night. His anger lurks beneath the surface of his handsome exterior, waiting until you feel safe enough before it rears its ugly head.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
There is a Poem in a Sunflower
While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower growing straight out of the sand.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets
A Sleepy Deluge
Rain falls over the ocean as gentle As a lover’s kiss on worried cheeks, Sheets of deluge moving in swiftly and gracefully,
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets
An Indifferent World
When you died Somehow the world kept turning. I wanted to beg it to wait-- Scream at it to stop-- Didn’t it realize that it was missing something crucial?
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets
To Say Goodbye
Goodbye happened gently, Slipping into my overcrowded head While I was sleeping away Troubled dreams that gnawed Incessantly on my brain
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets