Flash Fiction – Excerpt – “Prayers at every Rooftop” – 9/6/2021

“I think, that when I look at the night, I can see something still so mesmerizing of color as the day. I can see nothing missing in detail, never deprived of either vividness nor shape. A flawless form; though, dead with the teardrops that fell, while in desperation, attempting to raise a garden from a… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Excerpt – “Prayers at every Rooftop” – 9/6/2021

Excerpt – “Prayers at every Rooftop” – 9/2/2021

“I think, that when I look at the night, I can see something still so mesmerizing of color as the day. I can see nothing missing in detail, never deprived of either vividness nor shape. A flawless form; though, dead with the teardrops that fell, while in desperation, attempting to raise a garden from a… Continue reading Excerpt – “Prayers at every Rooftop” – 9/2/2021

Short Story – “The Empty Prodigy” – Chapter I – 8/19/2021

Colors will drain from the open wound. Upon the carpet, upon the spaces where sunlight brought in from open windows is shown warmest, as these marks are left without memory for why or when they were applied. They just were, because colors can be left behind. Color-blinded, some people are, though not ever blinded of… Continue reading Short Story – “The Empty Prodigy” – Chapter I – 8/19/2021

Short Story – “An Elder’s Springtime” – 5,500 words – Unedited

I He paces, in support of himself. His footsteps crumble remnants of a previous Autumn, for now the season is Spring. Something keeps his forward direction, though his heart requires a quilt, even as a hand to keep it company. This elder, this man, follows the sidewalk gleams, like it were a pathway of snow… Continue reading Short Story – “An Elder’s Springtime” – 5,500 words – Unedited

Short Story – Chapter I – “An Elder’s Springtime” – 8/15/2021

He paces, in support of himself. His footsteps crumble remnants of a previous Autumn, for now the season is Spring. Something keeps his forward direction, though his heart requires a quilt, even as a hand to keep it company. This elder, this man, follows the sidewalk gleams, like it were a pathway of snow for… Continue reading Short Story – Chapter I – “An Elder’s Springtime” – 8/15/2021

Short Prose – 250 Words – “Height of Her Burial” – Love Story – 6/15/2021

Still-life. A stilled life. He weeps to form a garden made from her debris. He weeps, and he cannot even leave. He weeps the funeral back into togetherness, to the final time in being the blank witness to a sunshine that distanced itself so well. It was the final time to view the light, even… Continue reading Short Prose – 250 Words – “Height of Her Burial” – Love Story – 6/15/2021

Short Prose – 250 Words – “Gift you Strength, Bleed your Weakness” – Tragedy – 5/4/2021

Curtains, as everyone's enemy. Concealment, of a human side, made as blessed. Safety was our concern, as all to everyone's fear. Though, love would not lose. Love would not depart. Not ever, safely. Not at all, without the storm. We are weary. In each other's arms, we are heavy. I've granted you the yearning to… Continue reading Short Prose – 250 Words – “Gift you Strength, Bleed your Weakness” – Tragedy – 5/4/2021

Short Prose – 250 Words – “Of Sadness that Weighs” – Tragedy – 4/12/2021

Soft, simple words edged on the tongue that speaks nothing audible, between the voice that coughs on grief. A symptom. And, only a symptom. Of a stain noticeable to the mind, yet invisible to the heart. To what can ridicule, for its current place. Then, what will wish for its place among the silence of… Continue reading Short Prose – 250 Words – “Of Sadness that Weighs” – Tragedy – 4/12/2021

Excerpt – “Faded Flowers” – Wartime Romance – 3/30/2021

"Running. A trek that will take miles to him, though is a mere rounding of a corner to sight of horror. “Will she? Will she be there? Here? Somewhere?” are the words he releases, torn off as shreds of paper at the corners of his mouth. Written in some place of his heart as the… Continue reading Excerpt – “Faded Flowers” – Wartime Romance – 3/30/2021

Short Story – 4,000 Words – Title: “Faded Flowers” – Unedited – Wartime Romance – 3/30/2021

I “Helpless Disposal” Why have the clouds come together? Is the heart ever the same? He steps. He buries a foot in the soft earth, pushing himself against the gusts that tear into his middle-aged form. “I have to return home before the earth begins to tremble at the first sign of thunder.” Yet, the… Continue reading Short Story – 4,000 Words – Title: “Faded Flowers” – Unedited – Wartime Romance – 3/30/2021

Prose – 200 Words – “A Thin Film of Failings” – Romanticism – 3/15/2021

Blanket me. Warm me. Though, leave me. Keep me as you can see me. Though, leave me, as I am open. Hold me in the heart of your yearnings. There is wine sprinkled around, enough to be shed like blood. Do I look wounded, enough? Upon the surface, warmth is more the spots. The clouds… Continue reading Prose – 200 Words – “A Thin Film of Failings” – Romanticism – 3/15/2021

Short Prose – 400 Words – “Bleeding in Purity” – Erotica – 3/15/2021

Echo. Echo out, and then, remain sad. We say to you, a little fog cannot blind those eyes. Hold your piercing scream to the wind, and then let us breathe of you. Allow ourselves. And then, we will dance to your tune. We will dream of what will sometimes never reach. Then, we will keep… Continue reading Short Prose – 400 Words – “Bleeding in Purity” – Erotica – 3/15/2021