Browsing Category: Short Story

        In yellow-eve and room of walls in romance-hue, she mixed spirit-spell of Alchemy and bitters hidden and masked in spice of cloves and sweet of fruits.  Last act of cast, she drew straw from place of table rest in stir of potion and completing of the spell: distinct and separate of darkness and […]

               They brought the boat to bank on island in the stream where the current divided into two separate runs on island’s sides ever-shifting and moved, season on season, by wash and pushing of the water.                One side was broad and shallow, riffles that lit in length over water’s spread.  On second side, channel […]

               Beyond the lawn, river ran.                 Light danced upon its face.                In its run held rainbow dreams they knew to be real for they had caught and held them in their hands before releasing back into the river’s run.                 From the river, ridge rose steep, its sides a deep of shadowed green—summer’s […]

               She was beautiful in the morning light, yellow cast upon the lawn through which she walked, barefooted, feeling cool and wet of night-left dew over ankles, toes, and open soles.                Like fill of the trees in full of leaf, she showed in set of summer adorn.  From fair of winter, through wake and […]

               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 […]