She felt the call of vast again, for the quiet open wilds where heart and spirit were most home; full moon in cloudless night that shone as silver day, stars through the deep-violet in arc and strewn of Milky Way from high to horizon-meet. She dreamt the view from porch-rest seat; light’s glow […]
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FOR CHANGE’S SAKE
Days into a new year, I’ve yet to speak, write, or determine resolution. Maybe change isn’t always what it’s sold to be, especially when it is for no reason or purpose beyond change itself. I am a few years in to a new computer, which I guess means it is no longer new, […]
Short Story
LENS OF SPIRIT
In thought and the dream, she felt romance again—way of youth and hope restored and returned in live of her spirit. She smiled. She laughed, quietly and lightly recognizing awaken of her spirit so. Warmth of a candle kept near beside lighting auburn and amber the nearness around. She saw a romance too in the light […]
Short Story
FREQUENCY
Room was quiet and she was alone; and there was a story in her mind. She felt its wavelength frequency-pulse set in low, steady throb as mind and spirit focused, fixated on imagine. Could she write it—capture and tell it true and full? And even if captured, did she dare enough to share? […]
Short Story
WAVELENGTH AGAIN
Wavelength-resonance again, reading in night, she felt effect of words: conspire of her mind in inspire to his, his daring not to hide but to share and word-create dreams arising from his within. By share, they became hers too, and she felt them then, frequency and wavelength humming strong […]
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WAVELENGTH
He read her wavelength, sight of smile, her eyes both distant and directed in; a seeing with soul more so than sight that, intuitively, he knew. It was a way they were—spirit-resonance when they recognized without words or say; a quiet sense and a quiet know they loved for its silence, share, and […]
Short Story
SIMPLE QUIET
New Years came and they celebrated in simple, quiet way. Outside home in the trees, light snow fell in cover and blanket of the world. In, a fire held in hearth; candles lit on island face, kettle on the stove in low begin of boil as they slow danced on rug in the space […]
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LIVING CHANCE
We rest in the kitchen in the morning light whose walls are cast in rainbow speckles of broken light through snowflake ornament of cut glass that hangs in eastern window through which sun shines. It is quiet time, my mother-in-law and I, that we share often when I am east and her daughter, […]