Posts Tagged ‘short stories’

i am watching a virus ascend on a country, live on television, like everything else “a one in three chance of catching it” the newscaster says, echoing the expert he…

Begin with A for agony.  True, other ages have had their pains – torture, slavery, Holocaust, hunger, war, but this we feel deep in our pockets. Behest – that’s like…

             I feel like a tall shadow, a penumbra     but my spirit totem is a firefly; a firefly timing a spackle of light, replacing in snatches      …

You scanned the area as if it were the first time you had plundered Your timing was crystalline: the last moments of light, the broken bulb on top of the…

It was the night my totem appeared in a dream A she-wolf, una loba, who stood outside the door I was inside with my ex, and I could hear the…

the agony of my clear, crystalline heart which i daub with the echoing tears of our release i stumbled away from our destiny the design of my soul plundered by…

Life is hard by design.  Thrown together like a daub painting, life is short of grace. The innocent are plundered of all the means they had to reach their destiny.…

As I scanned my options to prevail,  A crystalline memory did ascend. Agony, with a clear lugubrious cadence,  Raked like a rasp across my soul. Echoing from a portend Of…

agony of the echoing fool, fulfilled only by the revelation of plundered grace. with such crystalline cadence, you design my destiny. you can’t stand on stumbled feet, yet you somehow…