Posted in Tales on Oct 22nd, 2009 No Comments »
Part One
Part Two
I am on grass that is greener than the word has power to hold. It is a color that one can only see in dreams and even then only just enough to make you long for it always. All around me are trees full of some kind of fruit that is probably ripe [...]
Posted in Tales on Oct 22nd, 2009 2 Comments »
Part One can be found here.
I am asleep and I am dreaming. I stand in the center of a vast snow storm that covers all the land. The wind whistles and shrieks all around me, but the cold doesn’t touch me. It can’t reach me where I am. Snow falls from the clouds above in [...]
Posted in Tales on Oct 22nd, 2009 2 Comments »
I’ve heard it said, “We are not hypocrites in our dreams.” It is a charming thought, but I disagree. It is in our dreams that we tell ourselves so many of our pretty lies. We convince ourselves that the building is not too tall for a single bound; that the stars are well within our [...]
Posted in Tales on Jun 29th, 2009 1 Comment »
“No, please,” she whispered as the grains of sand slipped through her fingers. “Please, not today.”
The sun jumped in fright and ran for the horizon as a wall of clouds as black as hate tramped across the sky. The white, fluffy clouds that had been playing tag across the blue were trampled into mist and [...]
Posted in Tales on Jun 9th, 2009 No Comments »
It’s easy to be lonely at the lake. Your eye wanders over all that space just aching for something to catch it, to hold it. At night it’s so easy for your gaze to trip lightly over the horizon and before you know it you’re searching the sky for comfort. But the waves just move [...]
Posted in Of Flowers and the Sky, Tales on May 28th, 2009 1 Comment »
Once upon a time there was a dandelion born on a spring day. She pushed open her yellow petals and got her first look at the sky. A breeze blew the clouds past her gaze and her very first thought was that they were dancing. She twitched her leaves and petals in clumsy imitation and [...]
Posted in Of Flowers and the Sky, Tales on Mar 26th, 2009 No Comments »
It was supposed to have been spring. The sky was supposed to be blue and the birds were supposed to be organizing their duets. The grass was supposed to be turning green and the flowers were supposed to growing and blooming and making the world turn colorful. But instead the sky is gunship gray, the [...]
Posted in Tales on Mar 11th, 2009 No Comments »
It’s the darkest part of the night and the boy is afraid. He is hiding under the blankets, his small form completely covered, as if this will save him from the frights, from the monsters lurking in his room. He knows they are there though he can’t see them just as they know that his [...]
Posted in Tales on Mar 10th, 2009 No Comments »
(We have seen this man before. He began to tell us his thoughts at twilight. I suppose that makes this something of a sequel)
“What am I doing out here?”
I stumble through the snow a full minute before I realize I asked my question out loud. Out of habit I look around to see who’s noticed [...]
Posted in Tales on Nov 22nd, 2008 3 Comments »
(This is the story I told for the our annual Night of the Burning Plum.)
Once upon a time, not so long ago and not so far away, a plum fell from Heaven down to Earth. As he passed through our atmosphere he caught fire and then fell into the middle of a hard, cold road. [...]