Fog-silenced
When the path leads onward over rocks and crags with only cairns to lead the way our hope of catching the promised view had diminished. We had started in the […]
Tag Archives: prose
No Necromancing
We were just lovers never friends.
Fixing
Agnes let her eyes slumber, slowly following the faint line where the sky met the sea. The sun was preparing to set but no one left and no one came […]
Musca Domestica
I came home as usual after work and Lily was gone. Her absence struck me like a wrecking ball. The air inside was bachelor-stale and my mouth filled with bile. […]
We the people
We always knew that truth is only facts that we, the people, feel. That’s why we always claim our birthright to the soil you walk upon (with dirty feet), our […]
