All That Glitters

For some Christmas is the jewel which crowns the calendar year, a flawlessly set gem which glistens within a snug setting of merriment and good tidings.  Yet for others it springs no goodwill, regarded as nothing more than an elaborately dressed flash in the pan, a crude joke at the consumers expense.  But let us... Continue Reading →

Midnight Mass

Once the night is silent and swathed in jet, Mattie hugs her knees to her chest and creates her own light. A dim flame ripples over her knuckles, fluidly gliding over the joints, back and forth, as a magician might showcase a coin, only this token was not pressed with a sovereign’s head and was... Continue Reading →

Shiver

If ever there was a season for magic it is autumn. Copper leaves shiver to ground; nature composing a last encore of golden hues before all is seemingly lost to the barren embrace of winter. Though even in the hallowed bowels of decay, shallow breath whispers hope. I used to walk in the closing months... Continue Reading →

Gossamer

Plump tears fall upon hollowed cheeks as Caroline concedes the contrary nature of living.  That it has taken pulling upon the fine cord of her own mortality for the world to reveal its beauty; a reluctant blushing bride.  Or maybe it is nothing more than a cheap parlor trick, or worse, a desperate plea for... Continue Reading →

The Lighthouse: A Bed Of Words

Aaron shivers fitfully beneath a bed of words, wondering if his own tormentor had accompanied him from slumber; becoming omnipresent in the past weeks. Cliff edges huddle together in his mind as weary eyes close, a familiar connection to his mother; stone ladies picking over the obituaries and the latest gossip on the church steps.... Continue Reading →

The Lighthouse: Luna

It is with gargantuan effort Luna’s eyelids eventually crack open.  Heavy and slick, she notes a greasy residue upon them, congealing around the corners and between the lids. From somewhere above a light flickers as the room swims around her listless body; heart fluttering, a beating of wings. A robe of cold moonlit air rushes... Continue Reading →

The Bridge

Christmas is a time of joy, of well wishing and wonder.  We rarely think of Christmas in the bittersweet way those left by the departure of their beloved regard it; best to avoid such contemplation so as not to call into question our own frail mortality. It is such a marked person I speak of. ... Continue Reading →

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