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“Vague” – A Narrated Short Story
A Bumblebee’s Faith
When the bumblebee dies, the day is the most beautiful it has ever seen. The world above has never been so blue, so clear and lulling, and the trees have never smelled so sickeningly sweet. The bumblebee once thought that trees were like the promise…
Read MoreWinter’s Promise
Present. Past. Future.These are three beings I know.Intangible and impalpable peoplewho nevertheless walk with mein the snow. Present and Future leave nofootprints for the eye,and you would not even know they were there,if Present’s boots did not crunch with a sigh. Past indents the white fieldwith tracks that are faint and true,left with flowers springing,yet…
Read MoreWarm Child
Three deer statues,side by side,once so golden and smooth.To the farthest left and right,the two are hugein comparison to the fawn snuggled in between. Sightless eyes andscentless nosesyou would think make for poor sketchesof the world revolving.But it is not so,for the deer see more than you and I.A world not meant for thee and me.…
Read MoreBeloved Soul
I do not live alone. The man that shares the house with me under this roof is a peculiar one, though. I call him Amias, a name of latin origin meaning “beloved”. I don’t know his real name. He will never tell me. So to me,…
Read MoreRain, Rain, (Do(n’t)) Go Away
It rains too much where I live. It is raining again today. Peering beyond the streaked glass window, I strain to see the faint lamplights pulsing in the haze. Dark, round hats and black umbrellas dot the streets, poorly attempting to cast…
Read MoreDrowned
Dear Thom, It is with a troublesome heart and a heavy soul that I must write to you. I confess that I have been feeling lost and unsure of what to do. You were the only person I could think of who may have an answer for this baffling ordeal. Unless you, too, believe my…
Read MoreThe Birds are Poets
Deep in the woods, beyond my reach I know certain birds reside. They call my name in morningsong, mourning my inability to reach where they must be found. Come to me instead, I reply, wishing fervently for a path… A path in the woods where I would not be lost to the seductions of the…
Read MoreLike a Fool I’ve Desired
In the moon’s dreams, it danced with a girl. It was different than dancing with the sun. The sun was always out of reach, lonely whisps curling ribbons that were snipped by jealous comets. They were spinning in beat with a voiceless melody, the absent tune swallowing the space between everything and nothing. Everything and…
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