Category: Raconteuse Radio

Guilliean reads her short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! Miriam woke up with a start. The bedsprings squeaked as she yawned. The haze of sleep guided her eyes to Agnes. The bottle-blonde slipped on her black cotton top, blinking at her phone….

Guilliean reads her short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! My name wasn’t always Mary. A Biblical name, the cross we bear that is entwined with that female epithet, the feminine sanguinity that spills with every moon’s phase. It was gifted to me….

Guilliean reads the second half of her short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! “I wish I knew what that was. I mean, work is work, but I don’t feel fulfilled. What about you?” he asked. “What about me?” I replied. “What do…

Guilliean reads part of her short story. Stream it and read along with the text! Finally. Lunch. I could unwind for 60 minutes away from the madness and try to get back to square one before I would have to go back for another three hours and do it all…

Guilliean reads her short story. Stream it and read along with the text! Photo by Ezequiel Garrido on Unsplash “What a pretty balloon,” remarked the lady. I looked up. It was a plain latex balloon, purple, tied off with two strings, weighed down by yellow, heart-shaped weights. “Is it yours?”…

Kendra the AI reads the short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! I created their world seven days ago. Now, I will have to wait to hear from anyone. You don’t get honesty from a girl like me every day. Unlike some deities,…

Happy 1st anniversary to the podcast! To celebrate, Guilliean reads poems inspired by her short story of the same name. Closed In I chose this space. I chose this time. I chose this movement. I chose this shape. I prefer the solitude. But do I deserve it? Lost Youth He…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Photo by Jordi Vich Navarro on Unsplash Interstate 280 Another breakfast alone Won’t wash the bed sheets Can’t lose the scent of your cologne These words will dry on their own All these things that I’ve…