Browsing Category: Short Story

               They were not the mountains of open west, high deserts, high peaks, dry air in scent of juniper and sage.                The mountains were not new—if ever ones could be.                The mountains were old, ancient, once great plateau worn of water and wind into ridges of spines that fell away and on whose […]

               American Gothic, austere and gray, but for a time it has it’s spring; and of such way, he always remembered, revering age and season of his youth; blossom and find and emerging of self from amongst the gray stone walls; open of the park in which he walked and found her there—struck, as Marius […]

               Often, we make a story longer than is needed.  Building up to what it is we wish to say, audience loses interest and never finds what it is we wish to tell.                Get to the point.  Tell what matters.  Meaning hangs on the crux.                The story of Creation is told in a […]

“Getting high’s easy.  Getting drunk’s fine. It’s the getting by that’ll get a soul down. So if you need me, know that I’m bleeding Somewhere alone in some coastal town…” _____                Fifth of May, the poppies were in bloom; and they walked together the coastal hills in scent of the sea they could not […]

“…be my house, strong and sturdy far from town, oh; be my home, just think of all the places we will go…” _____                Year by year, she watched it grow—strawberry patch in runner-spread across the farm place lawn.  Begun as three small cuttings, it was summer blanket of layers and levels of green and […]

               Anna was beautiful in reposed read, body curl and lie of fit in small of loveseat’s rest; sky-blue shirt and panties, white, legs and face and arms past curl-raised sleeves in light of window sun.                 Slope of ceiling beams above, rays of sun in fall, all of moment appeared in lead and guide […]

        I passed a set of flashing lights this morning on a mostly empty road.  A Sheriff’s truck under overpass with no other car around, wondering what I missed—I looked a little closer.         Against direction of traffic, walking towards, was a teenage boy—pack strung over single shoulder.         From […]

               Like the dawn and light in sky, Anna woke slowly in her rise.  In move and pass before kitchen’s window showing amber light, he loved and adored the natural-pure of her morning way: face unmade, freckle-pattern of skin, light, over brow and cheeks and bridge of nose; flat of her waking eyes like sky, […]

               Anna gazed on perfect sky of blue and clouds that painted dreams.  Gone was the rain, gone was the gray, returned was warmth and light; and of the spirit she returned in own to beckon of farm home; to quiet nights and equal dawns, serenity of place.                 She felt the pang of heart-desire, […]

               Sensing high and near to free, she released from rhythm-hold; hands again to table behind, his hold and guide and help of her low.  Lowered, settled, she lain in wide-armed broad of cross as he held to her hips and drove her body in table’s spread; rise of her sounds, rise of her sense […]