Just across the grave-gray pond a thousand sliver boats of light bear, like messengers, their glint and gleam to us. A whisper—just— from out across where park lamps throw their starbled shine while shadows close the farther shore in darkening blue and gray.
Read more "Effulgence"Pounding down the dusty trail, far up and off away, pounding toward McLeod place. Johnny comes home today. – A year ago, the snow still clumped in mounds of melting gray. A year ago he’d worn his sword— but now he comes home—to stay. – She hardly remembered the smell of his beard. She’d kissed […]
Read more "The Homecoming of Johnny McLeod"A smile is a curve like sunrise breaking out to warm the cheeks that lately knew a straight and tight line of nonchalance that now has changed to brighten all the world. – Eyes are wells like little pools that laugh like noise without the voice and bring a wiggly- woggle warm that drive your […]
Read more "Smile"They skip by tripping over water extending beaks like legs in dance, then twirling upward on the windsea borne along till touch again – They twist in wind gusts, dip in wave troughs beaks catch darts of silver sleeks. freespin breezeward, riding wing sails. Sky swirl dancers of the sea
Read more "Feather Step"Turbulent and troubled waters, inky black the swelling ocean: bobbing up and chopping downwards as the sunlight sneaks away. Far beyond the water hillocks endless wastes of dark and deepness beckon to the weary swimmer etiolate of warming rays. – Down beneath the dipping wave splash thousand single fishes swiggle swept along by bubble currents […]
Read more "Under Surface"Shining disk of spangled sun: halo glow around a flower framed by light’s last rays– while shadows fill the ground. – Petals spark translucent bright royal purple shades: the mottled light tone’s majesty as daylight slowly fades – Creeping shadows crawl the sky: diminished sparks behind. The flower holds its beauty still though all the […]
Read more "Sunset Flower"A veil of adamantine drawn, a drape across the sky, a timeless void of vacancy, that turns and with a sigh confronts the womb of rising day, a birth that with its cry like infant tears announces years of life those lights supply. – It gashes out—a flame of red, a streak of scarlet wine […]
Read more "Battle of the Dragons"This story segment comes from another website I help to run: Light in a Glass. It allows different writers to create characters, and every month the story is passed on to someone new. If you’re the kind of person who enjoys spur-of-the- moment fiction, this could become a favorite website. The excerpt below is from […]
Read more "Unfinished Business"It seems sometimes, that rabbit hides from all the ones who wish him well and only comes to look about when no one looks to see him there
Read more "Fear"It crosses the streets like a breath, a wish of dying winter. A whisk of lateral rain splattered in drops of darkened magic. And as the misty night smoak wraps the city like a cloak a single figure whistling stalks across the open intersection, collar turned up tight; as night cats watch from up above […]
Read more "Night Scene"