The polished gemstone was arranged
To stand atop the sheet of foil
To yield clarity,
All his best lights gleaming. Continue reading
Six Sentence Stories
Beginnings
[This appears to be number 3 in a series that began with “Time 5”, which also ended another series “Time 1-5”. Patience please: just feeling my way along.]
He swore he’d loved her from the moment she first emerged from the ocean, dark hair streaming darker, glittering sea foam sluicing down her lithe young body; perhaps it was merely a vision of their future, because it was more than a decade later when first they spoke. Continue reading
Midnight Sun
The midsummer sun meant an extra long day, and she and Horse had easily traversed the rocky field, pausing at the liminal space where diamond-sharp stream burst through dense curtain of darkest forest; they would not enter at night. Continue reading
Time 5
The rocky field lies still, cut open by glacial streams, edged by heavy forest. Further north, mountains beckon, tops occluded in weeping clouds. Continue reading
Time 2
A fog-locked boat, lost in Superior shipping lanes,
Radar reflectors hung high on mast and wide on boom,
Churns in a stomach-grinding corkscrew of wave.
You haven’t eaten for weeks. Continue reading



