Browsing Category: Short Story

               “Anytime one crosses a given stretch of country with some frequency, no matter how wanderingly one begins, the tendency is always toward habit.  By the third or fourth trip, without realizing it, one is following a fixed path, going the way one went before.  After that, one may still wander, but only by deliberation, […]

               Silver cast upon the lawn, April morning frost of night and brevity-cold that would erase in rise and warmth of sun; but, in the moment, it was there.                She gazed upon it in the gloam of sky—reds, rose, and magenta hues glow-alchemized to gold—cool of the night sensed into room and touching through […]

               Rain came down.  They stayed indoors in shelter from sodden sky.  Cracked window, cool entered and slow-filled the room as they listened to the sound of rain on cement patter and quieter to lawn.                 Scent of coffee filled the room as last of pot was brewed.  Tendril of vine fell beside, dark of […]

               Midday sky of rain and gray deepened colors of the spring.  Green of the lawn richened.  Fuschia-bright of redbud’s bloom paling in past its peak shaded darker in red-violet.  New leaves in break brightened in the contrast, as much yellow as green in color’s blend.  Even the white of pure-petal blossoms toned in lavender-cast. […]

               Returned, he smiled of trinity and eternal sign written in sky blue, light of the sun and scents of spring in carry through window’s open; she making settle in kitchen arrange—both knowing they were home.                He loved the way of her hair in wear, natural of her face—unmade and beautiful in naturalness, light, […]

               Yellow-gray shone in haze and signed encroach of next-wave storm in western sky.  Through clarity of window view, they smiled on haze-glow portending of to come when—like rain in sudden strike and sweep heavy from the sky—they too would become into passion of a storm: awe and overwhelming in sudden, spirited expression—released—in strong-collide of […]

               “Could we make a living of Creative Lives?” he asked.  “Will books and stories someday sell, or is all a wishful thought?”                They spoke as children to one another, which is to say they hoped and dreamed.  In admittance of a life both desired, they walked in new-found openness like canopy of woods […]

               At evening shade, in yellow light fall-casting through the trees—that seemed to him through all their stay as dream—he felt the sadness and longing too that shown from her, dimming mirth and bright of her eyes like cloud before the sun.                It was a longing, not for more, but for that what they […]

               She bit his lip, heat of breath through teethed light-hold in steady bursts upon his face; cradle of hands in hold to his cheeks, fixed-focus stilled to hers; close of her arms against her sides, bent, and forearms’ pin between their chests in bodies’ and blanket’s wrap; tighten of her stomach, crumple of its […]

               “Don’t you love the way when energy seeks you as you are?  Speaks from a distance, speaks through signs, recognized through spirit and eyes; and maybe it appears for all, but you know that it’s for you—somehow, some way, whether or not you can explain?                Don’t you?  I do.” _____                She read […]