What’s brought to the table
The note said: Come to Ferny Forest under boughs of night. Follow Coyote’s howl, for he will lead you true. Come to our long table. Your place is set, and … Continue Reading What’s brought to the table
Denise Ruttan ~ The Innocence of Alders
Originally posted on DM du Jour:
In a moment of reckless fury, Amanda buried her face in her pillow and screamed, her breath coming out in wheezing sobs. Then, panic…
no tell motel
I used to think it was figurative when people would say “sparks flew between them”. But, for a long time now, I’ve known that the Old Wives were right. And … Continue Reading no tell motel
the soul
For some, it wavers, I fancy, as does a candle’s flame. In others, it is compacted and hard, unreached by the light. Molecules from a veiled realm, finding fate and … Continue Reading the soul
Homeless
What’s pulled us so far from shore Tethered no more to the drumbeat of the soul Senseless we fish further afield Stymied by the junk of jetsam From others who’ve … Continue Reading Homeless
Winter’s Witch
In a wild wind, I shoveled scoops of sandy snow. As I stopped for a gulping breath, I spied a wrapped-up lady pushing bulky mukluks along the sidewalk. Thin and … Continue Reading Winter’s Witch
epiphany
Funny, how it comes. Boots in the snow by the mailbox. A pause, and a seeing. You know who your friends are, and they’re not who you thought. Seems you’re … Continue Reading epiphany
Curiosity killed the cat
That house on the hill- how many times have you passed it and wondered what goes on in their hearts? Is it wrong that you want to know, voyeur? And … Continue Reading Curiosity killed the cat
Do not adjust your set
This attached head that hums, as merrily we roll along. That swells at the scent of compliments, but sees the pricking needle at the ready. That’s testy as a new … Continue Reading Do not adjust your set
It’s in the wind
Walk with me today, I beg. I feel as if there are corpuscles of sunshine, even though the day’s light is grey-filtered. It’s all bought and paid for, no? So … Continue Reading It’s in the wind
Madmen
Pain spreads into virgin veins and newly thought-of branches. An insistent fist, twisted and knuckle-pressed into the backs of us. We have looked, dry-eyed, into the dark drear, contriving a … Continue Reading Madmen
Amica the Christmas Tree
This charming tale from Meg Sefton.
Something’s missing
Do you miss Do you want Something lost Are you here to look without telling? It’s one in a million, I sadly say. But, star-crossed as we might be, the … Continue Reading Something’s missing
That’s the spirit
There’s no one to adore it. Too hard-shelled and prickly, I guess. Transgressions bought and paid for. Still, there are soft surfaces of want. In the shower, (hotter, hotter), there’s … Continue Reading That’s the spirit
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One track mind
Tell out loud how good coffee lingers like nicotine fingers. Remember now how a curly head kid had to keep up with Dad, no proffered hand, in a strange land … Continue Reading One track mind
