Love Thy Labor
Our bodies were made to have children naturally and sometimes this can be a long process.
Archive for: September, 2011
On Her Guard
A Magic University Teaser Tale Nia clawed nonchalantly at the dirt by her feet. She sat splayed on the stoop, her silver scales glinting in the sun. Glancing briefly over her shoulder at the sturdy oaken door behind her, she heaved a ragged sigh. Her current position was all a result of being good at [...]
September 27, 2011 | Posted in Fantasy | Read More »
Hekátē …
For Isabella Z. – a fellow lover of the humanities… The stars have crossed The moon was heavy and pregnant a few days back Somewhere… a woman her hair has tossed… Somewhere… her eyes have lit up the night… black Fair, yet chthonic Hekáte sends a flock of ravens, eight Odin frowns at this Southern [...]
The Sea’s Lover
The sea dashes across the rocks Like an anxious suitor waiting To caress his loves raven locks Like a shrill melody it sings To it’s lover a lullaby With a tune carried by birds wings Echoing from the distant shore Crying out from the ocean depths Penetrating the land once more Suddenly tranquil like a [...]
The Harvest – El Masroig
The two tractors pulled up side by side, two elderly farmers discussing the harvest, and the effect of the weather on the grapes. Their trailers, one full, one empty, who’s grapes were already being crushed and filtered finished their conversation and departed on their John Deer tractors.
Poem for John Gabriel Borkman
precious, you said
and I melted like snow
dissolving
into heavy rain
sounding like
beating thunder
to wake the dead
September 27, 2011 | Posted in Poem | Read More »
Saying Goodbye
Sitting on the end of the blue leather sofa, pregnant; he did not come for the third night. “I cannot do this anymore. I am moving out.”
September 27, 2011 | Posted in Short Story | Read More »
Fanning Fire
Damn. I knew I should have vacuumed. My mother always vacuumed Despite five kids who always had five friends, A couple of dogs, cats and my dad’s work boots. My mother was ahead of her time or in denial or chose escapism or was simply drunk. I don’t care. She played with us kids on [...]
The Souls’ Lament
A Senryu Chain The soul is darkened By anger and bitterness Hiding hope and love Swallowed up by hate Buried by paralysis Without chance of life Goodness is foreign Repelled by dark forces Keeping the soul captive
Shadow Ghosts (1)
As a father, what would you do if your wife died in the twin towers (9-11), and, ten years later, your daughter was listed as having been killed in a training accident in boot camp but you believed she was actually still alive?
