Redbud branch showed in frost’s cover, white-silver of lawn the same. In lavender and lilac sky, peach-tone of tone colored in brush-stroke of heat to morning’s meek, In the room, still covered in night-dressing of white, she gazed upon the glowing change; thoughts going into distance of seasons and a place before restoring to […]
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Short Story
PLEASURE INNOCENCE
He smiled on innocence sight of her in pleasured find, in hold to piece of art in hand and framed in golden bound. She rested in pose admiring gift, high body tall and straight, her legs bend, lap’s form in forward spread of thighs with feet and shins in fold beneath. She was […]
Short Story
IN THE HOPE
“How do you know you’ve made a friend?” he asked. She smiled as they walked musing airily on the question. “Behave as if you have,” she answered. “Give. Share. Show. Be vulnerable. Be open. Express what it is you want known and to say. Offer. Give,” she said again. “If you’ve made […]
Journal Pages
WHAT I OUGHT
I know what I ought to do. That doesn’t mean I will or that, doing, I’ll succeed. I ought to sign off. I ought to sign out—be done and away with the distractions. The attention isn’t real. It’s just others killing idle time—no different than my own spend of what cannot be […]
Short Story
MORNING GREET
She loved his way of morning greet, hold of her body from behind; wrap of his arms and hands over sides and widen-slope of hips from waist’s narrow, sweep of arms, sense and feel and center of her front; the smile on her face he felt but couldn’t see, not then, not yet, but […]
Short Story
IN PATIENCE
“…on the good ground, are they who in a good and perfect heart, hearing the word, keep it, and bring forth fruit in patience. Now no man lighting a candle covereth it with a vessel, or putteth it under a bed; but setteth it upon a candlestick, that they who come in may […]