Daphne P Snow

I’ve always loved words and all art forms that involve the beauty of words. I dabble in storytelling, poetry, and songwriting. I’m here to enjoy other people’s writing and to share my work. I’m always open to feedback on anything I post.

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Goodbye, Norma Jeane

Daphne P Snow

2 min read

**Goodbye, Norma Jeane by Daphne P Snow**

_This story is inspired by the song Candle in the Wind (1973 version) by Sir Elton John._

_Shit, _she cursed_. _

_Shit, shit, shit, _she continued, trying to rouse the figure on the bed.

She studied the figure laying on the bed, naked, with the telephone receiver in hand, the cord stretched all the way from the bedside table. There was no rhythmic rise ...

Fantasy

Good Karma

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

Today I shook my fist at the universe, said “fuck you” asked her “why can’t I fucking catch a break? I need respite from all these losses.”

She stared back at me quizzically and replied, “what are you talking about? What about all the good karma you’ve had lately?”

“I’ve only had disappointments lately.” I replied, tears flowing down my cheeks.

She put her finger on my forehead, in between my ey...

Fantasy

Mary Todd Lincoln On the Subject of Grief

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

(A Poetic Approach to Historical Fiction)

On 05/21/2025, On a drive from Colorado to Illinois, My family and I made a stop to visit the home of the Lincolns in Springfield, Illinois. While we were in their home on a guided tour, I was fascinated by the story of Mary. I wondered to myself, while looking at some real things they owned and some true to the times replicas, “what was it like for Mary...

Poetry

Ode to Phillis Wheatley Peters

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

**or 10/18/1775**

You weren’t born a slave

You were sold into it.

Your owners gave you a voice

In form of a pen and paper

Then paraded you

like a circus animal

To prove a point.

Look, a negro is intellectual

Look, a negro can think

Look, a negro can write beautiful words

They said.

Through it all,

You remained

A beautiful Soul....

She Died Doing What She Loved

Daphne P Snow

2 min read

"What would you like on the gravestone?" The man was asking for the second time.

Kevin was distracted by messages on his phone. But the words finally broke through to him and so he said "She died doing what she loved.” He did not bother to take his eyes off his phone to respond.

They weren’t really her last words. But he could not tell the funeral director what they were.

The funeral director, ...

Crime

Drama

Liar, Liar

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

Fake Smile, Best Friend. Yes.

Bare My Soul, Stripped to Its Core.

Do You Know Me? No.

...

Drama

Poetry

Heron

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

Heron, Heron,

Beautiful Bird.

Heron, Heron,

Wings like a Kite.

Overcast Morning,

Out on a Walk.

You Sat on the Lake,

Of a Golf Course.

Heron, Heron,

You Flew Away.

Left Me Wondering,

Where You’d Stop Next

...

Poetry

The Reluctant Host

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

I wish my brain

Wouldn’t invite every thought

In for tea.

Sometimes,

It’s ok to stand

At the door,

Have a conversation,

With a thought,

And politely

Close the door.

Except my brain

Doesn’t know how

To do that.

So I’m stuck

Hosting thoughts

All day and all night.

Being a reluctant host.

Some days

My brain invites

thoughts

from past

relationships,

past jobs,

past friendships.

And throws a...

Poetry

The Sounds of Silence

Daphne P Snow

2 min read

It is the soft ticking of the living room clock that makes Adeline realize the house is too quiet.

She has spent the last thirty minutes engrossed in front of her computer, looking at numbers on an excel spreadsheet, in a futile attempt to make the numbers make sense. They weren’t and she didn’t know what else to do about it. She moves things around several times, cross referencing data from other...

Romance

The Burden of Memory

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

The memory is like a phantom limb.

I feel the tingling, the throbbing, the itching.

But when I look for it I find nothing there.

All I have is the conviction that I used to remember more.

His face, what made him smile.

Our quiet, lovely walks.

But now I'm not sure if I made it all up.

...

Poetry