One of my rare poems, dug up from the archive. ~~~ The jewels of heaven Are scattered dust, Our struggling, strutting Tome of triumph, A napkin note. The sum of symphonies, The corridor of conquest, The ceaseless creative act of civilizations, Is not one divine utterance— For with a word…
Alice sat in one of the narrow stone paths that ran between the flower beds at Gene Stratton-Porter, staring at a bee busy within the center of a large pink flower. She should not have sat in the middle of the path; she wouldn’t be able to get up again….
I thought I’d try something new this week and submit an entry for the Trifecta weekly flash fiction challenge. This week, the goal was to write a story of exactly 33 words using this word and definition: worm – to obtain or extract by artful or insidious questioning or by pleading,…
For all the tests and needles, all the frantic whispered exchanges and phone calls, what it came down to was this: Richard was old, and he was dying of it. He protested little against all the useless activity rushing about him. He let himself be shuttled by car and wheelchair,…
Fallen A euphemism for the world. Why not Shattered?: The mirror of God Smashed by His reflection, Lacerating Man, His hand. I know it here, blindly— In the foreign streetlights, The yellow line in headlights, Tired, with hours behind, Dead tired, and hours ahead Unknown. I know it Like failing…