My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer : Writing

I Remember

I Remember

A Story by My Name is Brenda and I'm..


I REMEMBER I remember how I felt when I passed Embudo last Friday on the way to Taos. I remember the urge to stop and reclaim myself. I remember ..
Finished

Finished

A Story by My Name is Brenda and I'm..


Writing is a Great Way to Cure Resentment
The Festival

The Festival

A Story by My Name is Brenda and I'm..


The Festival When I awoke the sun was up and Billy Haney was banging on the door. “Mama says come down for breakfast before she drives us t..
Between Semesters

Between Semesters

A Story by My Name is Brenda and I'm..


Between Semesters I picked up the mug and before I could even form the thought of throwing it I was watching it fly across the room narrowly miss..
Act III

Act III

A Story by My Name is Brenda and I'm..


Experimenting with writing short fiction from the dramatic exterior.
A Loss for Words

A Loss for Words

A Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm..


No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
Grandmama

Grandmama

A Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm..


Grandmama If she kisses me on both cheeks before her dry lips brush my hair. If she takes my hand and pulls me to her table and places a cu..
Apology

Apology

A Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm..


For my husband
Elegy for Daddy

Elegy for Daddy

A Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm..


After hearing Mark Strand�s Elegy for my Father
The Comforter

The Comforter

A Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm..


The Comforter (I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you. John 14:18) I pause in the midst of my busywork and look up. Outside, in..