Author Ellen J. Perry Blog

Wild Blackberry - All I know for sure is this blackberry I hold. It grew wild in my yard, ripened near to busting, smells like summer and looks like blood. It stains my fingers and tastes like June. Maybe in January when I’m desperate for warmth I’ll come back to this day and… [...]
Persephone - Last Friday I was driving home from a springtime ritual near Athens – a sunny celebration of Persephone involving a spiral walk and various priestesses leading the group in joyful song – when I saw the Bojangles' sign: “ORDER YOUR BISCUITS NOW FOR EASTER SUNRISE SERVICE.” Then damned if the… [...]
Medusa - “Perseus told of his long journeys, of dangers that were not imaginary ones, what seas and lands he had seen below from his high flight, and what stars he had brushed against with beating wings. He still finished speaking before they wished. Next one of the many princes asked why… [...]
Danse Macabre - "I looked around good. Hit struck me how lonesome the cabin was, set back in the cedar trees thataway, despite her children a-playing all around the steps. Hit was kindly dark back in there, and the cold wind come a-blowing through them cedar trees with a sighing sound, a crying sound, real… [...]
Milk, Bread, Soft Drinks - “I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?”               Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter (1940)   Watching my clothes dry at a 24-hour laundromat in New York City, I eased myself into a corner seat near the window and took… [...]
Ellen J. Perry - Persephone Hekate -   "By dimpled brook and fountain-brim, The wood-nymphs, decked with daisies trim, Their merry wakes and pastimes keep: What hath night to do with sleep? Night hath better sweets to prove; Venus now wakes, and wakens Love. Come, let us our rights begin; ’Tis only daylight that makes sin, Which… [...]
Real Close by Author Ellen J. Perry Real Close - Growing up in the hills of rural Wise County, Virginia, Travis Owens never imagined he’d be cleaning the swimming pool and doing odd jobs at a swanky beach hotel, but here he was at the Starlight Harbor Resort and Marina at 8:00 on a Saturday morning doing just that. Guests… [...]
Dellie by Author Ellen J. Perry Dead End -   “Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm. All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it. The horizon bleeds and sucks its thumb. The little red thumb goes out of sight. And I wonder about this lifetime with myself,… [...]