With the cycle of the worldlife cycles from life to deathnew to old rusty to shine For too long they forget the tiny detailsfocus solely on the larger scalebut it’s the little things that matter The smell of flowers on a spring morningThe water dripping from the leaves The soft buzzing of the bees The ...

Rising, clinging to the sea wall Mammoth Barnacle has been stepping up to see One’s light. Deep down below in the sea of seas, tiny jellyfish Pinks has the same idea. She stretches her tentacles, touches one of the steps of Mammoth. Mammoth’s nerves send a current down Pinks’ arm-like tentacles. Pinks retreats. Thinking of ...

Ramon A harsh raspy voice repeats my name; the house knows I’m here. Does it also comprehend why I’m here? It doesn’t matter; I will investigate when I’m ready and not on its terms. With that thought in mind, I ignore the call upstairs and finish unpacking. There is another bedroom on the ground floor, ...

I flymy kitesky highand cry“Bye-bye, bright knight!”and sigh. My eyesdrip dryin spiteof rite. And Ishyeyes dry,smile – “Bright knightDeep skyawaits thee –fly.”

Snow lay heavy on the ground around their shop, but the cold hardly touched them inside despite the cracked door. Ingrid sat in front of the hearth and warmed her hands while she stirred a bubbling concoction in the pot. As she worked, she hummed.  It was the first night of Yule. A fire was ...

I can’t record audiobooks in this country because of my heavy accent.   When I audited for an organization I support, they said, “In America We employ American accents.”   I said, “I’m an American. My accent is American,” but they wouldn’t hear me.   I have such a lovely voice – Loud, Affirmative Expressive. ...

“Well, Esk, ya’ see, we got this thing called a catechism ya’ hafta’ go through in order ta’ become a proper member a’ the church..."

Christmas is a time that makes me think about my loved ones who have passed, my grandparents, my mother, my father, my aunts, and my uncle. I think about all the Christmas’ that has gone by. Everything has been stored in my memory and returned to me as if it were just moments ago. My ...

In a faraway land called Afghanistan, I hear her break his wine goblet, shattering the bowl to tiny bits. Bouncing, ricocheting off surfaces, broken pieces scatter to places unseen. He bellows, blames, name calls her. She screams back. Her voice, strong and bold echoes through the walls. Every crawling ant stops. He uses his hands ...

Dear Danny, I know your new residence is not far from here. I’m afraid “Here” happens to be the courthouse lockup. Yep! I am under arrest. But I am innocent, as you know, I wouldn’t hurt a fly. It was not my fault that the drunk’s jaw accidentally connected with my fist just before he ...