Petals from cherry blossoms flutter through streams of morning sunlight. Katja shivers and asks, “Musst du gehen?”
I don’t answer. “Are you cold?”
The light tumbles through her long hair, Continue reading Blossom
Here he is, meet Walter, he was raised up on a farm
His pawpaw taught him to fear Jesus and never do no harm
Walter loved his mama, fried chicken, and fishing too
Pawpaw taught him about honor and sacrifice
Noble ideas worth a fight, son. They’d cost his left arm
Now I suppose everyone starts out about the same way
Some folks grind the gears and bounce down the highway
While others no doubt ride smooth rails of silver spoons
Life on the farm was full of bumps and bruises and pain
But Walter knew love and his heart there would stay Continue reading Walter
His first day and Simon was late. He jabbed the button on the elevator. “Close, damn it, close!” It stopped at the next floor, doors opened, and no one waited. Simon rolled his eyes. He mashed the button, his thumb turning white.
Finally, he reached the sixth floor and exploded from the stupid, archaic technology. Continue reading Oversight
I swirl the wine in my glass. There is no recollection of having poured it. My world stretches monochrome and thin. Days spin as a stone wheel to grind away all the Blacksmith has once wrought, strength of body and sharpness of mind.
Damp shirts Continue reading Specific Gravity
I roll the nylon out across the floor. It is strong enough. I shrug.
I remember the day of the revolution. Now it seems like a dream. Promises of greatness. Many of us believed.
Clouds drift past the hole in the roof. Continue reading Maddening
Simon shivered. Waves knocked against planks beneath his sodden feet. He swiped his dripping hair aside.
“It was an accident,” she repeated. Lamplight reflected from dark liquid eyes.
She’d knocked him overboard, he knew. He looked at the Continue reading Rowboat
He convinced the grudging attic door open with his shoulder. The narrow wooden stair groaned under his weight, causing him to wince.
Paint and perfume triggered memory. “Stella,” he whispered.
Winter light cast long Continue reading Candles and Shoes
Another day ends over the sea. I recall another’s promises once given, locked safely away, and long since forgotten, disavowed. The bluff sits forsaken and covered in dandelions gone to seed. The surf beats a muted dirge for the evening breeze, now peaceful like the dead.
So this is another end. I sit Continue reading Promises