Not only are these really short stories, but they are written within one hour. These are basically just fast fun.
Up here, the rain might not end. The mountains yank it down. Leaves, thistles, and remnants of yarrow, who only months ago relinquished their hold on the land, now find themselves pummeled into a wet carpet. You walk cautiously. You think of snow. A… Continue Reading “Mountain Rain”
He wears rocker shirts. Wears one for a couple weeks straight. Mötley Crüe, Maiden, Def Leppard. After a while, they turn into a fuzzy beige, frayed, stretched, slept in. Matches his forehead above them, receding hairline, exposing a weathered field of grease and veins.… Continue Reading “Weathered Shirts”
I will pick a blue flower. # The old one sits in a vase. Navy blue, blackened, dry crumbs, as if pressed inside an old book. A little life clings to its edges, a lingering glow. Mother nibbles at these fresh parts, the fresh… Continue Reading “Still Life (A Myth)”
The wind is amplified by the valley. A sign, to go no further. This wind searches ravines, ravages tops of evergreens, escapes up through mountains, lets loose upon a cold sky. A harsh exhale, a winter bite, snickering past sunrise, diving into sunset, searching… Continue Reading “The Wind Chases Feral”
There used to be a couple. Bud, Miller. Pissy, yellow stuff with names of factory workers and truck drivers. Now, flavors flourish like house cats, calico, Siamese, tabby. He loves tabs. Drunk on credit. Purrrrrrr. That’s something to be proud of. More important than… Continue Reading “Been Leaving Ever Since”
He was an old orchard, still in the shape of rows. But time had scattered his buzzing and his feet made noise upon layers of fallen twigs. Still, he searched, moved with purposeful steps, noise and all. She knew he would find her. He… Continue Reading “The Harvester and the Crone”
She had her voice and it was buried deep inside in a place so sacred, so lonely. Only occasional tears that sprung up within the course of a life could witness it in raw form. When she sang, she camouflaged it with a myriad… Continue Reading “Her Voice”