Beneath the vast, ever expanding sky, Sol and his celestial cast of players perform in a cosmic display. Pirouetting across a blue velvet backdrop, they paint swirls of gold and indigo, marmalade and champagne on the canvas. Beyond the curve of the earth, beyond the reach of the moon, beyond the spell of the siren, … Continue reading Masterworks
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Beer goggles
"There are none so blind, as those who will not see.” All I can do is shake my head. There’s no talking to her. All she does anymore is speak in clichés and movie quotes. I don’t believe she even knows what half of it really means. The other’s hang on her every word. "Ooohhing" … Continue reading Beer goggles
Lunch is served
No need for proper plates and cutlery as she shovels handfuls of food into her cavernous mouth. Stray bits of corn chips, salsa, and shreds of cheese, leave a trail of crumbs from table to chair. Tiny orts are scattered across an ample chest, forming tottering pyramids on her lunch shelf. A rumbling belch creates … Continue reading Lunch is served
Memento Mori
For as long as I can remember, I've had this peculiar quirk. One that, when it happens, totally creeps out my usually steadfast husband. Without warning, my whole body shudders. As if I’ve been blasted by an arctic wind, I shiver uncontrollably for all of two seconds, then it passes. When I was a kid, … Continue reading Memento Mori
Weapons of war
A hush fell over the arena as the adversaries rushed forward to claim their war weapons. Each gathering armfuls of the small, but versatile white, brown and black blades. Sergeants scrambled to assist their masters in preparing for mortal hand-to-hand combat. Bombshell strategies were mapped out, guerilla warfare implemented in surprise attacks. Commanders roared out … Continue reading Weapons of war
Daughter earth
Carol laid out the dress on her daughter’s bed. A creamy, white satin monstrosity with a crinoline petticoat and delicate, pink smocking on the bodice. More appropriate for a toddler, and not a 9-year-old, she knew Cami, her whirlwind of a tomboy, would balk merely at the words, “petticoat,” and “crinoline.” Since Cami had showered … Continue reading Daughter earth
Thin spiral notebook 