“Snow Drifts” – The Vast Landscape #vignette

“Snow Drifts” – excerpt from The Vast Landscape by Jacqueline Cioffa #vignette The Gravity Imprint re-release, The Vast Landscape by Jacqueline Cioffa will be out soon! “This story was quite the ride; it was raw and full of emotions, doubts, mistrusts, fame, love and it was like following a train wreck as it goes down the track.”  “Poignant Narrative”  “Remarkably Well-Written Debut Novel”  “STUNNINGLY EMOTIONAL AND SOUL-GRIPPING”  “BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AND DEEPLY MEANINGFUL”

Hands Off

*Trigger Warning* Hands Off by Jacqueline Cioffa I am not a patient person, no I am not. I bide my time, and busy myself with stuff. I should be writing, working, playing, struggling, worrying, and I am. I’m also waiting which is never good for an over active mind. Yet here I am, hurtling forward going nowhere. Jumping ahead to anticipate the future. The past sneaks in, memories I cannot

5 Stars: “Kudos to you,for enchanting us once again.”-GEORGIA PINE

5 Stars #BookReview: “Kudos to you, JC for enchanting us once again – GEORGIA PINE  Whoa…what a ride!!! Somehow Jacqueline Cioffa managed to tie up some loose ends from her first novel, The Vast Landscape (a must read if you haven’t already) and stir up a whole lot more delving into the narrator’s story as well as those connected to her. I literally read it in a couple of days

Forever Betrothed To The Night

Forever Betrothed To The Night By Jacqueline Cioffa The rotten apple bobs atop the pond scum drowning and dunking under the sweet, brown silence of murky still waters. And me, I understand. In tune with the dark, the death concept softens the breath in an instant. My heart does not skip nor quicken under the harsh white rays of a chilled, September sun. It is calmed and quieted, intoxicated by the still-birth possibility. The

The Highway Halfway Mark

The Highway Halfway Mark  I wonder, I do. I cannot help but wonder what’s down the road from the place I have ever truly called home. The wood and grass and nails and bolts, the wet familiar dew smells and giggling baby sounds. The joy and the sorrow. I can’t help but observe and wonder. The funny, peculiar, crooked way of seeing the world that is all my own. The structure has cracks, fissures, and deep

White Wings and Things #StolenMoments #Poetry

From time to time you’ll see Stolen Moments show up on the blog. Words forgotten and misplaced, poetry, anticipatory memories, prose, joy and sorrow, pensive emotion, random and not so random thoughts scribbled in tattered notebooks. To not forget but remember the precious, fleeting stolen moments in time. I’m a writer trying recapture on paper how it feels to be alive. White Wings and Things  Happy Birthday to Me March