Kathleen Newton

Hi Friends. I was flipping through old documents last night, silently panicking about what to put on my blog this morning when I came across this short story that I wrote in high school. It is ... very silly. But well-written silliness and I got a chuckle from re-reading it. I'm not sure about the rest of you but as this pandemic rages on and many of us are still confined to our homes (or at least to the neighborhoods immediately surrounding them) I think a dose of silliness is exactly what we need right now. If you enjoy this short story, consider buying my book (link at the top of the page)! Your support helps me continue to create more free content just like this. Can't buy the book? No problem! Subscribing by email is another good way to support this blog and it's free! Thanks for reading and I'm sending lots of love in these uncertain times. xxKathleen Wendy Waters shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair which, to her mortification, groaned in protest unde...

Persephone knew it was almost time to go home when she woke one morning and the air tasted cold in her lungs. Her small bed rocked gently in the calm waters of the Mediterranean and the early morning sunlight poked in through the open cabin door, bringing the chill with it. Cold meant change was coming … cold meant Death would come too. The thought put warmth in her frozen extremities.  Death was waiting for her to come home to him. “Soon,” she whispered to herself and she could almost imagine she heard him whisper it back.             In time she rose and made her way out onto the deck of Lady Grey who turned in languid circles around her anchor point. The rising sun had taken the chill away with it, but Persephone knew her mother’s melancholy would linger a little longer each day until she had gone and come back again. She turned her gaze in the direction of Mount Olympus and wondered; Can you see all the way across th...

Good lord this pandemic stuff is depressing, isn't it? Luckily in my corner of the world, there has been plenty to keep me busy. I've published a book! Isn't it exciting? "Grow" is a (very) short collection of poems I wrote when I was in my teens and early twenties. It delves into experiences like living alone, dating, and finding (and losing) kindred spirits all while living with the highs and lows of depression. If you're looking for something to keep you entertained during your self-isolation, consider buying it. Your support is appreciated and goes straight back to my next year's tuition so you get some poems and the satisfaction of being a good global citizen. Go you! There's a link at the top of the page but also helpfully provided at the bottom of this update. Publishing a book has been a dream of mine ever since I finished writing my first novella at the age of twelve. You'll be relieved to know that that particular trainwreck never ...

my greatest revenge; becoming the person they passed me by for and letting them wonder how they ever could have done such a thing.

sometimes i wish i were a smoker so i’d have something to calm the nerves or even just a light to throw shadows on my face bring the hollows into focus make a playground of my lips and eyes explore the shadowy corners where firelight hardly ever plays lay bare the haunting and the healing take a deep breath and for once be not afraid of being fire and smoke and light like a cigarette lit with shaking hands