celestial bodies

The first lesson anyone should be taught about stars is that most of them are dead. What we seem is time dilating, moving on without us, leaving us behind. We see the afterimage, the echo, the last, gasping breath of a mass that burst and imploded millennia ago. And maybe this is why stars are … Continue reading celestial bodies

black water

When her feet stop at the edge of the bridge, Mara realizes she’s having the dream again. This is an old dream, one that comes year after year. Always in October, almost always the same cold night. And because she knows the dream, she remembers what happens next. She watches the road beyond the bridge. … Continue reading black water

crossroads

As he passed the sign declaring HELL IS REAL, Tyler laughed. "Ain't nobody who lives like us doesn't know that," he said, glancing at his silent companion. "And sure as shit, you and I know it's true." The thing in the passenger seat slid its one gleaming eye toward him, a slight dip of its … Continue reading crossroads

woodland creatures

The hall of antlers was a place Henry only saw in his dreams.   It was staggering to think of how many bodies it had taken to fill that expanse. How much blood, how many lives. In the dream, the question was soft, merely wonder, because awe was the only way to traverse such a … Continue reading woodland creatures

in search of someone else

I. she was the smallest spark. a fading star, a wisp of smoke, a gasp, a plume of breath on an icy winter night. she always liked it austere. honest: no ornamentation, no comfort bare bones and brittle waiting for a spring that might never come. in her deep dark forest and its endless black … Continue reading in search of someone else

the story you hadn’t written yet

I didn’t see you until I saw you, carved out of the end of summer, late September sunshine along the curve of your jaw. Sky blue, clear like the way you saw through everything, All the way to its core. And I started admiring fields of pale grass and the corner of your mouth– that … Continue reading the story you hadn’t written yet

Seven months.

About to be eight, if we're really keeping count, but at this point, what's the difference? Why haven't I posted in half a year's time? Let's throw out some guesses. working on new projects crappy mental health crappy health in general OCD That last one. What the hell is that? is something I asked roughly … Continue reading Seven months.