A Story for Paradise (Pt. III of III)

Part Three             “Both girls nodded back at him, and, starting with Elizabet’s decaying feet, he spread a hearty layer of poultice over the afflicted area until all four of her limbs were coated. This he followed with a layer of fresh honey to lock in moisture. He wrapped her limbs in the treated rabbit skinsContinue reading “A Story for Paradise (Pt. III of III)”

A Story for Paradise (Short Story Pt. II of III)

 Part Two            “Van Sputten heard the sound of the door unlocking, and he pressed himself to the wall. The girl who opened the door could not see him from her vantage point, and the cook went inside, casting van Sputten a look which clearly said, ‘Wait there.’             “The traveler paced restlessly for what could’ve beenContinue reading “A Story for Paradise (Short Story Pt. II of III)”

A Story For Paradise (Short Story Pt. I of III)

Part One Inca had been in heaven for half an eternity. The waves crashed gently on the white beaches every day. The white linen dried softy in the sun every day. The white noise of creation hummed benevolently with the dawning of every day. Waving palm fronds and servant-fed grapes were starting to get aContinue reading “A Story For Paradise (Short Story Pt. I of III)”

Edna’s Ordinary Shift

The lights flickered on. Edna had never cared for the color purple, yet here it was, everywhere: splattered indelicately over every surface of the employee break room like a penitent party popper, draped purple doilies and purple pleather fighting with purple sponge in the sink containing dirty purple dishes. Edna sniffed, and flipped the switchContinue reading “Edna’s Ordinary Shift”

small town connection

the town is grey-blue. grey-blue billows out of bushes and sidewalks the wind pushes it around and birds use it  to get high. the town is silently clamoring full of sound and void Change caterpillars through generations, eating and leaving behind. freedom hopscotches up the road I can feel its exponential approach as I wait Continue reading “small town connection”

Mary’s Bad Day

Day swelled gently into Mary’s consciousness. The violence she associated with morning was a non sequitur, as her alarm clock was the real crook. Time itself seemed fluid and made of light in the morning. The darker it was when she woke, the less time it would take to get ready (but the more energyContinue reading “Mary’s Bad Day”

a few thoughts about romantic partnerships, love, and loss in pandemic times

Like many people right now, I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking. Thinking about the way I think, having anxious thoughts, depressed thoughts, happy thoughts, fleeting whims, thoughts about how we culturally spend our time when things are “normal,” thoughts about relationships and the kind of person I want to be, and the directionContinue reading “a few thoughts about romantic partnerships, love, and loss in pandemic times”

spring blossoms/COVID-19

The trees are blooming. Apple, cherry, plum… Petals are fluttering everywhere, over lawns, sidewalks, porches, tripping over themselves as they loop pinwheels across pavement with fickle springtime breezes. It is a strange time to be alive. Bearing witness to such a glorious spring marks a divine touch. The beauty is grounding me; the flowers haveContinue reading “spring blossoms/COVID-19”

Sappho, Our Lady Of Longing

Love, that great deceiver that great door-slammer, that great window-opener that great-great-carpenter, that great-great-great-oarsman, honing rippling forearms and bulging pectorals, straining hard against the temptation of violence, rowing predator over water under sky. blue is the color of heartbreak, dead is the shade of life sprouting upwards out of shiny shed snakeskin, two round holesContinue reading “Sappho, Our Lady Of Longing”

two eyes bobbing

two eyes bobbing on the great salt sea, the great salt sea lapping infinitely out to the end of the horizon. maybe there is a dock with two little feet swinging, a line cast, hopeful into the blue waiting to catch an iris or two then cast back, free to bob again, lone lookers quenchedContinue reading “two eyes bobbing”