Life After the Apocalypse

As soon as you set foot on the enormous airport runway, you will feel a strong wind. A wild, ceaseless wind that has nothing to buffer it, nothing to contain it. A wind that is both soothing and refreshing, the kind that clears your mind, reminds you of the ocean. Instead of deep blue water,…Read more Life After the Apocalypse

Sunbathed

The summer sun bathes all in a golden glow, a glow of burnished bronze before scorching. A little Icarus stands before me, sobbing over a red popsicle melting at his feet, feathers once floating in midair— for a moment all things were possible— now white down sticks to puddles of liquid wax. If you've read my…Read more Sunbathed

Flower & Fruit

The sugary scent of the plump fruit caramelizing in the summer heat was so delicious. The warm air was like syrup. Even the wind gave long slow sighs, relishing its lazy caresses on the soft flesh among the leaves (blushing :-)). The birds flitted around so carefree, plump and content, they happily savored the pick…Read more Flower & Fruit

A Shard of Ocean

A careless fling, with little thought, perhaps a simple force of habit, set into motion, brought forth new life. And the past, like yesterday's trash, would've been long forgotten, if that small piece didn't break away from the ceaseless violence and grinding negation to wash up on the shore. And it would've been thrown back, jagged…Read more A Shard of Ocean