Browsing Category: Short Story

               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 […]

        Together they wrote and shared their dreams and loved their read and see of response alive in other’s face as dreams and stories were exchanged—wide of eyes, strong of heart, stiffening, or soften of their bodies; all in effect of openness and the words and dreams they shared.         She […]

               Then came the spirit when longing rose; but this time, where so often came and began the restless, there was a lacking—an absence where, in all of life, there lived a feel.  He didn’t know what to make of the way—if for better, worse, or simply dying away of a desire, or affecting of […]

               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 […]