Browsing Category: Short Story

               “…I had yet to see myself become part of a story.  I had as yet no notion that life every now and then becomes literature—not for long, of course, but long enough to be what we best remember, and often enough so that what we eventually come to mean by life are those moments […]

               He returned to the story once again after years and time away.  Back to beginning, having read to end, he thought ahead to the beautiful parts—chapters and people, tales within tale, that moved and inspired most.                He thought to the magic woods of enchanting elves; tall, beautiful, and fair.  Lórien, Land of Gold; […]

               “The perception of beauty is a kind of barometer telling each of us how close we are to actually perceiving the energy…once you observe the energy, you realize it’s on the same continuum as beauty.                …The things we perceive as beautiful may be different, but the actual characteristics we ascribe to beautiful objects […]

               Christmas dawned and from oaken home in hide of the woods, they stared out upon winter trees.  Fine shadowed lines of naked limbs silhouetted in the sky, its orange flame light as last before dawn, burn-follow to the lavender fair and fuchsia glows painted to undersides of high wisped clouds and sky between, alchemized […]

               Evening shade in magic-hour—light and shadow through trees gone of October-gold, cold and, after, nude in winter’s way—he wrote a story.  He wrote it as it came not knowing what it was nor where it would lead.  It caught his interest.  Beginning wrote and, from, he found the rest.                 At story’s finish, he […]

               Winter solstice, shortest day of year.                 Leaves of the almost-laurel showed winter withered and blood maroon, dark hued faces and undersides of brown and blend-faded green.  Nearer to earth, closer to porch’s shelter from frost and winter’s kill, low leaves kept green, but they were few and far between.                Winters could be […]

               He kissed her taste of mistletoe, candied sugar of her lips, as warmth of the spirit took its hold in heart and expanding out.                After kiss, they smiled, radiant through meek.  She held his hand as body turned and, with other hand, she refined final details to scene’s array.                Party came.  Party […]

               He tended hearth, enkindling flame in soft build from night ash and embers.  Beginning with small strips of wood splintered from ax split and maul on inner burls and branch-interrupted grain, he stirred the ash to find the glow, arranging wood upon, and then breathing life as blow until fire’s take.  Larger pieces upon […]

               In cold of night near to autumn’s last, she sat on patio beside fire of piped gas and not of wood.  Still, it was nice to be near to the warmth, near to its light and the close of him beside.                In fine stemmed glass that flared above, she stirred her drink with […]