Some stories are destined to be unfinished; they ignite, blazing through their own ego, then burn out, watching their ashes drift away into the void of their own beginning.
Unfinished
I played in the unfinished basements of unfinished homes.
I rented unfinished apartments; I leased unfinished houses with boyfriends who became unfinished lovers that led to marriage, unfinished.
I took unfinished classes, always starting where I’d already been.
I left my work unfinished at the end of each day, returning in the morning to more unfinished tasks.
I read unfinished stories; I left uncapped pens alone to dry beside a page of unfinished words not yet begun…
J.G. Chayko is a writer, actress and international arthritis advocate living on the beautiful west coast of British Columbia. She has published poetry, fiction and creative non-fiction. Her work has appeared in Canadian Stories, Shotgun Honey, and Boston Literary Magazine. She is a contributing writer to three anthologies and the author of the blogs The Old Lady in My Bones, based on her experience living with Rheumatoid Arthritis, and Corkboards and Coffeehouses, essays on her writing life. Her work has also been featured in Arthritis Digest UK, Health Central, and Pain Free Living Magazine. She is a graduate of the Writer's Studio and is working on her first novel.
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