It became more than I conceived. It took a life of its own. If left unchecked the time consumed tic-tac-toeing across a symmetrical grid of personalities became immeasurable. Seconds to hours, hours to weeks. Where did it stop. I was somewhere in the middle of the journey. Couldn't remember the beginning. Couldn't remember if there … Continue reading Max
Vignette
Grim’s Wall
He continued to gaze passed his son, his amorphous spirit calm and sullen. He saw in the distance the point where a pin light met the blackness of night, and twilight seeped into blue hues strong and matte. There were no stars to speak of. There were not even remnants, ghosts of the outer graveyard … Continue reading Grim’s Wall
Remittance
It was in observation of manipulation. She used her mental prowess naturally throwing screens at conflict, hiding the truths needed, protecting the secrets accumulated. Her vast trail grew long like the shadows long tails tethered to the horizon sun. Twilight grew in her eyes. She was tired. The attempts at manipulation. The unlauded successes of … Continue reading Remittance
Resurrection Apollo
He glared sharply into the sky. Without a star or moon in sight, he was certain the sky glared back at him. He disapproved of it. At long last he'd become tired of it. It's been dark for too long, he thought. He didn't know where it came from, or why. He was perplexed at … Continue reading Resurrection Apollo
Indecencies Of The Sun
There was a vague sadness clinging to the stiff morning air. It wasn't cool, but it should have been. It should have chilled his bones. It should have bitten his fingers so harsh they force retreat to stave off the pain and rigidity. The sun had risen, the golden light swelling across the horizon. The … Continue reading Indecencies Of The Sun
Strangers With No Home
I got off the bus on Travis St. next to a small park that was a hang-out for all the bums and vagrants. The vagrants weren’t too bad in this city, at least not in my experience, and you could shoo them off easy with a stiff glare and pursed lips. One time I was … Continue reading Strangers With No Home
The Root of Many Returns 