January, they worked in the garden together. Clear blue of sky and light soft wind in warming from the south, day was too beautiful not to. She dressed in jeans fit and shaped to her legs and leather boots with pointed toes, a signature of her style and small detail that by him […]
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Short Story
STORIES’ COVER
They read in the fire light, each in their own story, in share of world and room. Each in a romance: one new, another more aged, that shaped their minds in match of moods. Change of sound in turns of page, eyes’ look upward from the lines in find of […]
Short Story
OVERTHINK
“You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?” she asked in chide and know, drawn focus in his face she read as worry when she saw no reason or need to be. “I guess I am,” he answered to her words. “How do you not?” “I don’t know, just don’t.” She was better at […]
Short Story
FRIDAY’S COME
Friday came. She thought of farm: field, woods, and open-free. She thought of the wind and song of birds in limbs she could not see; air of surreal she as true in quiet life-soundings all around. She thought of the light and winter sun in change at evening shade in restore of northward creep […]
Quick Thought
LITTLE CHANGED
For the first 300 years, Christianity largely survived in the catacombs—Church the same way as Christ in birth and evading Herod’s intent of murder—underground. The first popes were much as leaders of a POW camp—the most senior still surviving and in further parallel, when wine was tortured to the […]
Journal Pages
SPEAK AS FRIEND
I go back to old books. I go back to old reads—one that feel as friend when, in reading, they speak to me again. Walker Percy is one for me. Even if few know or read him now-a-days, I do. I went back to another read today; one I’ve read, I couldn’t […]