DannyLynne Riley : Writing

Who is the Fool?

Who is the Fool?

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


"People wear their bitterness and toughness like its all the rave and the latest gawd damned fashion...but really its just a large cumbersome over..
Days in Cobalt and Emerald

Days in Cobalt and Emerald

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


The days are all broken now…like fragments of a lovely vase in emerald and cobalt, that slipped through her fingers, to shatter upon this h..
Weaving Dementia

Weaving Dementia

A Poem by DannyLynne Riley


For My Gram-Momz Lilla Lavine Reister a keeper of words untill her mind left her...and then she handed them to me...
The Dark Days

The Dark Days

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


There are days that I can not allow myself to think about. The dark days that we no longer speak of. Those long ago days when the forest shadows were..
Beloved

Beloved

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


She served him kisses with a hint of tears from the platters of her belly and breast. Starving and lonely he ate them whole, until he grew dizzy, into..
Shady Dayz

Shady Dayz

A Poem by DannyLynne Riley


caught up in this cesspoolof broken promisesand shattered dreamswhere u gotta look twicecuz aint nobody what they seemand everybody's chasing their ow..
Turning Point

Turning Point

A Poem by DannyLynne Riley


I awoke this morningto the sound of the trainTo the hint of rainwood stovesand smokerising steadilyTo dance in the airso beautifulywith the fogand dro..
Longing for The City Sidewalks in Autumn

Longing for The City Sidewalks in Autumn

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


There is a time of year when the locks on the tender box of my heart are pried open...a time of year that drips in melencholy and lays my dreams out u..
Shadow Masters

Shadow Masters

A Poem by DannyLynne Riley


We are mastersat shadowingour imperfectionsto the worldWe wear masksof clever deceptionwrapped in liesof color and splendorAnd it never dawns on ustha..
The Girl on the Tram

The Girl on the Tram

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


She speaks in melodies. Her voice is like a song. largedoe eyes peering out throughdark tresses that danceabout her face. She boards the 7:30 a.m.tram..