Rae Fairchild (MRB)

Joined May 2022

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I love to write; putting pen to paper fills my heart and calms my soul!

Rae Fairchild is my pen name. (Because why not? Pseudonyms are cool!)

I do publish elsewhere under my real name, M.R.B.

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Surviving Winter's Storm
Hot sip, embers burn Softly stroke warm purring fur Watch nor’easter blow
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)4 days ago in Poets
The Broken Mold
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for October 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)4 days ago in Poets
Love Me, Burn Me. Content Warning.
In your eyes there is a yearning Heat that sparks in the night Caress that kindles with a burning A craving sort of light
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)26 days ago in Poets
Selkie
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for October 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://rattle.com/page/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a month ago in Poets
The Exchange
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for August 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://rattle.com/page/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 months ago in Poets
The Cry of the Huntress
The cry of the huntress In the full of the night A call to her soldiers To come join in this fight - For the vermin are here
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 months ago in Poets
Painted Over
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for August 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 months ago in Poets
Autumnal Hues
Soft amber glowing Red ember burning against Bright blue autumn skies
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)4 months ago in Poets
The Autumnal Dance
Cool crisp autumn breaths Leaves dancing in soft ballet Tumbling swirling down
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)4 months ago in Poets
Her Final Hours
I already knew it Despite the doctors’ Hemming and hawing At a straight answer “We’ve done all we can do,” “It’s up to her body now,”
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)5 months ago in Poets
Scatter Me. Top Story - August 2025.
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for July 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)5 months ago in Poets
The Night We Were Taken Aboard
“HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE!” Pastor Bartley slammed his fists down on the pulpit. As he bellowed, the organist, an elderly man who was hard of hearing, answered with the same ferocity. He shoved his fingers down on the keys as hard as he could and his feet jabbed at the pedals. Chords, about a half dozen or so, intended to instill dread in the soul, filled the space. The whole congregation was jarred from their stupor. If anyone had fallen asleep, they sure as hell were not asleep anymore.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)5 months ago in Fiction

Rae Fairchild (MRB)

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Surviving Winter's Storm

The Broken Mold

Love Me, Burn Me. Content Warning.

Selkie

The Exchange

The Cry of the Huntress

Painted Over

Autumnal Hues

The Autumnal Dance

Her Final Hours

Scatter Me. Top Story - August 2025.

The Night We Were Taken Aboard

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