Browsing Category: Short Story

               “I enjoy talking to you.  Your mind appeals to me.”—George Orwell _____                It was by this a friendship became—affinity of two meek and mostly private souls who, by appeal of mind that attracted spirit, willed evermore to share.                Sharing, what each found and learned of one appealed evermore to other as little […]

        “We write to taste life twice…”—Anais Nin _____         Stalks of the bluestem shone blood red, dark maroon like that of living left to spill and dry in a death, and so it was with the season and sign of summer’s end.         Looking on the stand of […]

        Cricket songs took the lead in dawns of dew and September-cool.  Stands of the summer weeds in pastures progressed to autumn-death and the cool season pastures underneath, one thought would choke away, began again to grow; mystery of symbiosis—shadow and shade of the cover weeds what saved it from drought and summer’s fire.  One […]

               In their intimacy, they were free to be strange, free to be weird, which is to say themselves.  Being so, being strange, they spent much of days in laugh and jest, leaving light what was meant to and giving weight to what meant more.                They joked, they teased, set pranks of different degrees; […]

               “Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone—and finding that that’s ok with them.”—Alain de Botton _____                Sky was overcast and with the gray and mute of cloud, sounds of the world seemed same.  Cicadas hid their sounds.  Crickets sang low, soft-meek in background of morning as birds again restored in […]

               A cool restored in August’s dawn.  Dew blanketed heavy the blades of grass; silver shadow over lawn before catch of first-light sun and becoming of gold resplendence in amplifying of the light.  Sun further rose, its cast and shine through leaves, turned chartreuse in focus of the light, whose tips and veins colored furthermore […]