“The soul does not surrender to despair until it has exhausted all illusions…The recurrence of a vision is a reality.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables _____ I have many realities, most which are not true, but become again for a time in recurrence of their visions. I depart and rest in changed reality, apart […]
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Short Story
LOVE IN THE RUINS
“What do I think? The mystery of evil is the mystery of limited goodness…”—Walker Percy, Love in the Ruins _____ “What do you think of the idea?” he asked as they rested indoors looking out on slow-fall front that greyed the sky and denied light from morning sun. The colors of the […]
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FREEDOM
There is a freedom that comes in recognition and admission that nearly all one’s ever made or written is a fiction. With embracement of the fact, gone is burden and bound of happened truth. Free is possibility. A story is not fixed from beginning but is free to be and shape into whatever […]
Short Story
DIFFERENT STORY
James gazed with slight entertainment as Annie rested in chair with book upon her lap. “What did you decide?” he asked. She looked out the window, a waxing half-moon with silver halo in autumn night sky. “I haven’t,” she answered. “I just can’t get into it…” He thought to one […]
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POINT OF DEPARTURE
We all have a point of departure: when we chase or give up on the dream; when we commit to the effort and risks of attaining, or concede to commonality, which maybe is not so bad, but asks nothing of risk and effort and the potential for failure is certain, but less […]
Short Story
AUTUMN’S HEIGHT
After, they walked slow and in peace down streets and parkways under trees in full of autumn’s dress. They walked in the shadows and the sun, with mirth and intimacy one finds only in city of strangers: bustle and race of others on their way, in their lives, unseen and in oblivion to all […]
Short Story
JARDEN DE SOINS
They sat in the garden, at walkway end upon bench under cradle-canopy of trees in change from green to gold, the latter emboldened in glow of sunlight through thin-fleshed translucence of the leaves that shone in dazzle at upward gaze and as shadow and light over walkway looking down. “I’ve gone back to […]