A Soft Dark Room

He still trusted his strength and his memory, but not his judgement. That part was no longer with him. It escaped somehow when he wasn’t paying attention. 

The 401K Marathon

Standing there, shriveled, he notices the cleaners didn’t put enough starch in his shirt; he needs the added back support these days – spineless, you see.

The Puritan Wife

Foreign Tongues

Like a mother's lullaby in a foreign tongue

American Saints

Souls

Freedom

The Butcher’s Daughter

Her father stood up from his seat slowly until he towered over the Mayor whose head now reached no higher than the Butcher’s paunch. And like the volcano that created their island, he erupted...

God

The Veil

Then she saw him, the veil of ignorance pulled back suddenly and with no warning.

Ego

Let Me Be

Left Behind

There was no one to greet him when he got off, and while everyone was looking forward to the eager hugs and long-awaited kisses of loved ones, he looked back at the train that brought him to this point.

One-Liner Wednesday – Man’s Best Friend?

My entry for this week’s One-Liner Wednesday, hosted by Linda G. Hill.

Jealous Gods

She never questioned the visions or voices trapped in his head, even when their meaning escaped her.

Poem #33

Hide and Seek

She could no more fill it with food and drink than one can fill an entire living-room with only memories of the departed.

Poem #143

A Giant in the Sun

Cloud Gates

She was becoming translucent, only a faint outline remained barely strong enough to hold in the memories.