Category Archives: Fiction
Clarence makes his stand
Clarence Cornish was frustrated. He was breathing hard. He was unnaccustomed to breathing hard. He was unnaccustomed to the act of running. He was unnaccustomed to the hot breath of a monster chasing him down a dark passageway in the … Continue reading
stew
A small cottage near the forest. The roof of tin. The door painted red. The walls white, inside and out. Beside the cottage, a brook. Out of the mountains it burbles, then through the forest, then out across rolling fields … Continue reading
in my youth, in a garden, an angel at work
There is a certain story that I’d like to tell you. Once, when I was a young man, I was privileged enough to spot an angel at its work. I remember it as if it were yesterday. It was mid-morning. … Continue reading
Birds in an Orchard
Sarah loved to watch the birds. She spent long afternoons in the woods, playing with birds rather than the other children in the village. Folk thought her odd but let her play. She learned the voices and the faces of … Continue reading
a woman, once under a tree (part 3, draft 1)
Previous: part 2 Currents change in the firmament. Bright paints, melted, they roll together. She walks on beneath. Red hills begin to spring up. Between the hills, strands of an ancient forest. The trees, not tall, but thick and old, … Continue reading
a woman under a tree (part 2, draft 1)
Previous: Part 1 Next: Part 3 The rain turns to a fine mist. The mist lasts till twilight. Then a wind comes with the cycle and takes the clouds away. The last daylight of the firmament passes over and the … Continue reading
a woman under a tree (part 1, draft 1)
Next: Part 2 The rain is soft. A green tree sits on a hillside. Covered with dew, the branches grow heavy. She is sitting under the tree, sheltering near its bulk. There is a bird in the branch above her. … Continue reading