Browsing Category: Short Story

               Morning sun shone into room through frame of window’s view, low angled light in reach and cast, fanning from frame, into heart and depth of home; catch of the island, blade-hew and grain of the wooden floor, rest-edge of laurel stove.  She smiled on its cast and fall, hands in her hair as she […]

               Whole of her body sighed—alive—as Anna felt his place of kiss, high to inner thigh.  Liquid light from morning sun bathed over her again.  Down-draw of the sheets, cool of the room, warmth of his lips and trailed path of tongue; find of his touch, gentle as sun in trace-caress to her held openness.  […]

        “How is your garden?” he asked, sincere and wanting to know.  “I’ve been staring at a yellow squash that hasn’t seemed to have grown for a week—might’ve hit it with a little glyphosate enough to stunt the growth, but not enough to kill it…         The spaghetti squash vines are taking […]

               There lived serenity in morning’s come, in cool of the air through window and door frame’s open, dew over earth, birdsong’s carry and arrive from over the fields and closer branches of their roosts; air’s waking of skin in effect of the cool, it’s touch sense-bliss before high-heat of day.                Anna read in […]

        “Do you think it’s weird how everything’s connected, always, 24-7?” he asked.  “We use a word processor, every keystroke, word, sentence, and thought is collected and analyzed by a third party; then turned back around on us for targeted ads?  There is zero privacy in a digital journal—it’s all collected and used.  Do you think […]

        He read a story of another time, of a land before dam that defined it now: boom of the build and abandonment after—emigration of the people when means for way of life no longer remained; communities around church, only two, either one or the other—neither place nor welcome for his Catholic blood, […]

        After, bed and her hair were mess—disheveled in their strewn.  Seeing, Anna laughed of a mirth in recognition of both in body and spirit’s stay in free.           High of sun, beyond the morning, there was a difference in day and air.         “What do you want to do […]

        To his words, his touch and leaving, all of she enlivened: warmth of her skin, heighten of sense; imagination, vision, and see in mind; raise and tinge and nerves of her ends to sense and complete of vision’s see; lowering and slowing of breath as she gazed on open of they yellow […]

        “There is a beauty in the openness, don’t you think?” he asked to Anna as she sat at morning table in open light of open room, empty—open—page before her; lines of blind shadows and cast of pen, near to but not quite parallel, in crossing of the line-ruled spacing of the page; […]