Monthly Archives: April 2017

There is an open field not far away, perhaps it was once a fruit orchard, hard to tell now. In the back corner of the field sits an old red shed, abandoned and slowly crumbling apart, year by year. Amos … Continue reading →

“For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: In following him, I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for … Continue reading →

“You don’t love me, I won’t love you!” They hadn’t been together long enough to stop before they hurt each other. She watched him close the door and leave. For a long time she gazed out a window, laying there, … Continue reading →

You said: Moon-tipped pine-tips moan in Hallelujah gone gold moods, pressing in against the stranded night caught on the reef of a liquid sky. I replied: Tonight I am an abandoned raft adrift on a rolling sea of dark light, … Continue reading →

We could have chosen any parking place, but the choice of course was out of our hands. In the golden light of a late Sunday afternoon, we turned off the motor and together faced the obvious fact: above, below, and … Continue reading →

The old gods have vanished long ago yet in the dark a lone bird’s voice reveals miraculous power. The wind in the trees the many rustling leaves temper its melancholy song. At last, the rising moon! One taste of its … Continue reading →

The two warring factions at first traded threats then sprang towards each other, colliding in mid-air, they collapsed together, entwined in a tragic embrace. A war memorial was cast in bronze, then the birds came to perch. It slowly turned … Continue reading →

One by one thoughts come loose from their track and plunge like tumbling rail cars over a cliff and into the bottomless void below. There will be no welcoming afterlife for them, no well-earned heaven, nor torment of hell. They … Continue reading →

They closed the book of light on the day, yet a soft, sourceless luminescence lingered for awhile, before the dark at last had its way. The couple moved closer together in the night, whatever had happened before no longer mattered, … Continue reading →

All is forgiven, even before it happens. The rest is just the string, playing itself out. When viewed through eyes of love, this string is like a glowing filament of clear white light, stretching on through infinity, connecting worlds of … Continue reading →