Browsing Category: Short Story

               In receive and reading of his art, she found permission and encouragement to make her own—creations from sentiments long saved and stored in guard, safe, for when mind and spirit were prepared to make something of her treasures.                She went within, to all saved and stored and present still—wanting told and made into […]

               “Therefore take good heed unto time, how that thou dispendest it: for nothing is omore precious than time.  In one little time, as little as it is, may heaven be won and lost.  A token it is that time is precious: for God, that is given of time, giveth never two times together, but […]

               After love, story wrote, but it was to her through which it came.                Intimate and open, naked in her trust, she sat with story as it showed.  Word upon word, line upon line, paragraph into page, story wrote fluid and lyric as their bodies in the make: natural, finding, smooth and sweet, strengthen […]

               Rain fell slow and steadily on earth and through its last they remained indoors and shelter of the home.  They kept the hearth full in burn, dry wood stacked and staged beside.  It’s burn and heat compounded in room, most strong before hearth and lessening in distance from hearth and flame.                 Front door […]

               The walls of the room still were dark, a gray of almost black that once had felt as home but one day, life-season change, it no longer felt as so.                In innermost room of heart and home, she no longer wanted darkness.  She felt and knew a different hue, embraced its changing as […]

“The body says what words cannot.”—Martha Graham _____                The body says what words cannot and through their two, they told.  Endearments and affinities; affection’s show, and true love known in strong and gentler tells; their bold was made to meek, meekness rose to bold; bond to bond, strength to strength, drive and driven breaths […]

               Cold arrived and settled in as sky made crisp and clear, cloudless and still as cold drew moisture’s presence from the air and formed as intricate crystal lattice over window glass of translucent golden glow as light of sun sought in penetration through.                Even within the room, bed, sheets, and down throw of […]