Browsing Category: Short Story

               “The reason why such communications are more delightful and blessed than in the world, is, because conjugial love, as it is the love of the spirit, becomes interior and purer, and thereby more perceivable; and every delight increases according to perception, and to such a degree that its blessedness is discernible in its delight.”—Emanuel […]

               Kissing, standing, morning embraced still in naked of night, he moved her as they went.  Step by step, he led her back, slow and gentle as their kiss.  Reach of his hands to her low cool-skinned round, he lifted her in raise and rest to table’s edge.                Kissing still, then its break, gaze’s […]

               He found her in rest by window view, body curled in chair, hands’ comb through her hair as she gazed on a sky turned night.                Beside her on small table beside her chair and place, candle burned in an alabaster mind through which flame glowed in amber through.  Candle lit her face, warm […]

               In quiet and alone and take of cigar, its acrid taste of remain in each draw’s after, he wrote to her.  In commune and exchange entirely of mind he believed that she would see.                He was crazy in that way, believing in the power of intentions and energies and that signs and spirit […]

               He sat on porch smoking cigar, mark of ending to a week.  Sun was set, already gone, and low clouds glowed orange with fuchsia shadows.  Sky above shone teal and still in climb, blue of day remained.                Northern sky was softer than west’s.  North tempered in begin of evening blush: sky blue-pink and […]

               In naked and free, open space of the room, she smiled in look to him; the sight of him there, unhidden in full, meet-return of his amorous eyes.                She fluttered to the sight, sudden of a feel, as she rolled to pose that widened and brightened his eyes, raising to greater glow.                […]

               In night, apart, they united in way of spirit and mind by means and medium of the mystics.                Union of energy sensed through the space, align and same in sensed exchange as if single one-soul thought, they knew each other in the signs.                Words and stories, when and how in appear, resonance […]

               In a middle winter of middle life, they found romance that brought their bloom.  In a world of white, cold, and still, they opened into alive.                Like first-time lovers, young and new, they loved in a blindness of bliss and easy ecstasies.                Mornings and days, eves and nights—whenever alone in the Spirit—they […]