Paula Elizabeth CreevyThe Death of DoubtI am in love with the doubt. I am in love with the lazy hurt, the shrug, the empty shot that echoes above. What planet is this? So aimless…Jan 1Jan 1
Paula Elizabeth CreevyDark HorseI am as venomless as a sunning snake unpacing with the muscled herd. My posture brags no victory, no bangles reassure my riches. I am —…Dec 31, 2023Dec 31, 2023
Paula Elizabeth CreevyThe Only Time God Will Ever Look Like ThisI squat in the water and stare hard at his furrowed face. His sunglasses rest above the bill of a black Harley Davidson cap; his readers…Jul 1, 2023Jul 1, 2023
Paula Elizabeth CreevyWhy PassionI come back to this story. Over and over again.Aug 24, 2021Aug 24, 2021
Paula Elizabeth Creevy‘No’ is LifeIn the downpour, I watch a mare struggle to stand. ‘Is she hurt?’ I ask. She is not. I see what’s holding her down: a wagon loaded too…Aug 2, 2021Aug 2, 2021