James’ day ran long, his work late, and by the time he returned to home Annie was already in bed; reading on its spread in loose grey sweatshirt with soft-lined plush that felt as fleece in warmth and cover of her skin beneath. She wore shorts that covered her waist and ended high on […]
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Short Story
AISLE OF DREAMS
James and Annie spent an hour, disappearing amongst aisles of dreams free to anyone who sought. Shelf upon shelf, aisle after aisle—neatly arranged more so than any of beginning writing mind, catalogued neatly arranged and composed in an order that was mundane, but efficient, and—once you learned to work within its order—aided in […]
Journal Pages
CIGAR EVE
Picture couldn’t capture all—details of the sky: amber underbellies of undulant clouds, violet in their folds and space between, slow shift and rearranging, living canvas that was God’s; one which from beginning man has always witnessed but failed to notice now as often as before. The beauty was always there, on days and eves […]
Short Story
HUGO
“Do you hope to write like that?” she questioned. “No,” he answered. “I want to write the stories and style that are mine; and not mine, that which I find within me. Still, I love the way he writes, the spirt and wonder that he tells: witness to the ethereal and transcendent […]
Short Story
RE-ENTRY
“The options of travel and exile may be exhausted, yet instead of despairing, the traveler may hit upon one last alternative: the return. Why not go back to the very place one left, as a kind of deliberate exercise of freedom?”—Walker Percy, Lost in the Cosmos _____ Nadir of autumn’s splendor peaked and […]