In the counter-shadow of dawn’s beginning light, beneath skies gray from spring mourning, water shone as a blanket, even on shallow-slopes where clumped grasses dammed and held it from its run, appearing as snow absent pale glow in season before. Blades of grass shone green up through the standing water, breaking the mirror surface […]
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Short Story
WRITE IT
“I have different stories to write,” he shared. “Then write them,” she replied. “They won’t be all happiness and hope as I’ve tried to write before.” “If that’s all someone is, how can they relate to the rest of us?” “Some will be fucked up.” “Aren’t we all a little?” […]
Short Story
JUST THE WEATHER
Maybe it was just the weather, cold and rain getting to the heart, or maybe more was taking change. A gray cloud front followed vibrant dawn that swept and took its hold raining in steady fall without the trembling force of storm: only rain—cold, melancholy, persistent—dampening day, world, and sky. It got to […]
Journal Pages
DAD DAY
We played “Horse” in the driveway and baseball in the backyard. We went to a soccer game in the city, dinner with grandparents, and to the “Movie Gators” (Owen’s words) after. Heading home from the theater, I thanked them, “Thank you for such a beautiful day.” Audrey laughed lightly then answered in her […]
Journal Pages
ILLUMINATION
“You make me happy,” he spoke. “You helped me believe again in Goodness when it was something I struggled to see. You made me believe in high ideals, even if they aren’t always achieved—or sometimes even real. There are times when belief alone can make us better. You cast color into a beige […]