Our son was having a rough morning. Rarely the peak of a nine-year old’s priorities and interests—we went to church. Worse, think perhaps we would take a family picture for potential Christmas card—we dressed up. All of this he took in kind and time. He tied his dress shirt around his waist. He […]
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Short Story
CHOSEN DREAM
They wrote their stories, made their love, in home amongst the trees. And from their love, family grew in furtherance of their dream. Day by day, night by night, seasons into years, a romanced love became their life—never looking back to befores of chosen dream.
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FRECKLED BURST
She was beauty and dream amongst bed of brome. Her season’s skin, freckled burst like colored and seeded heads across brome sea of green; her eyes, her smile, her aura in the openness, fall of hair that she stroked away in draw of greater focus to her eyes—green and gold as the sea around—and […]
Short Story
VANITY FAIR
The desert sky died of flame, orange and yellow fire tempered and from which told the stars, the Milky Way upon its side, pale-glowed road and trail across time and the heavens. They watched sky die. They watched sky cool. The watched The Way appear. After, they turned in. Adobe home in […]