Lit Up
You know, I never thought it would be like this. Smoke cloudy in the corridors, walls hot with the flames within. I never imagined our...
Wrinkles
It's like this. We walk, horizontally, counterclockwise contrary to each other, we walk. Treading, white cotton touched with gray. It's...
Wronski
I wish you’d stop. You’re stepping on my shoes again and look - I bought them yesterday, saturday, turquoise skies and yellow sun; I...
Alice
Who, are you? Smoke rings drifting in the breeze; silt and the smell of rotting leaves, and I I face you. The toadstool bleeds red, the...
Spring, Come Rain or Shine
An old woman in the land of spring looked up at the sky and murmured something to her daughter. “Don’t be silly, mother,” said the young...
Yes, You
I know you’re busy, I know; I know that you’re chased with visions of fire, flames licking at your toes and ice, ice cupping its hands...
Pan
I am the worker bee working assiduously to scrap together the words scattered in your garden stack them up like playing cards - a card...
The Scribbler
The radio was old, broken down and put together again a thousand times, the front tarnished blue and its antenna sagging. Nonetheless it...
The Wall
The cat snarled. It was a tiny thing, the size of a large field rat, though fierce as a lion as it hissed and lashed out at the large...
