Chapter 2023.

Did we hang out a lot in 2022? Well, no, we didn't. But you're not that surprised, are you? Because life happens and I stop by here and there when life is not lifing and I want to chat. You still love me. I know you do. TSP will always be my 'lil home, even …

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Autumnal.

Hey, y’all. Thought I’d pop in—because that’s what we’re doing these days, apparently, based on the last time I visited you here on TSP, but you love me anyway—and give you the official greeting of all fall lovers. And this, too. But, yes, we reached the official start of autumn in September and despite the …

Hello, It’s Me.

How are you? May is Mental Health Awareness month and by now, I hope you know that mental and emotional health and sustainment are big priorities for your Square Peg. It surpasses the month of May, yes, but always worth mentioning when we have dedicated days, too. I want all of us to be okay, …

Adagio, Part 3. (The End)

Reluctantly, Astrid sat back down.  “Fine,” Marcus murmured, sitting down as well. When the door closed behind her, Astrid released a long, audible breath. “Does this mean we can be bought?” she asked.  “No. It means we deserve to be compensated for this insanity.” “Insanity is correct. This is, by far, the most absurd thing I’ve …

Adagio, Part 2.

In walked an eclectically dressed woman—she wore an orange and black polka dot pantsuit with a pair of white Adidas and glasses with frames that matched her suit—bearing a binder and a bright smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting for so long, friends,” she said. “I’m Grace Carlisle.” She shook their hands enthusiastically before taking …

Adagio, Part 1.

Hey, y'all. Happy April. I come to you with short fiction. Yes, quite happy to report that I've been writing a lot lately (if you follow me on Le Gram, you'll see quite a bit of poetry. Here, we deal expressly in fiction). This story was actually inspired by a writing prompt one of my …