Swarms of people gathered at the terminal and waited impatiently for it to open. All walks of life - men, women, and children formed like hungry animals, eager to board the next ferry across. The terminal was more frightening than the boat ride, it seemed; Wet, dirty cobblestone and high cavern ceilings of what surely felt like the center of the earth gave way for a symphony of echoes from nervous voices and shuffling feet. It wasn’t just the echoes, though, but the stink of tragedy that still hung to the freshly departed passengers. The growls and groans of a three-headed beast on the other side of the foggy river was a welcome tune.
To the Sea
We build our homes by the water Teetering tip-toed over the edge To see the view - To see the sunrise - To feel the sea kiss us -
Just Like Mother's
"Is there anything you'd like to eat?" He looked down at the woman. She was slight, tired-looking on this day, with her neatly starched gray ensemble and hair in a bun. She wasn't wearing make-up, but her face was clean. She looked up and smiled gently at the man.
The Decay of the Farm
Old Man Jack's yellow recliner sat at the entrance of the red barn on the back of the property. Like Jack, the recliner was also very old, with fabric pilled and pulled along the back and arms from years of lingering in the elements. I was often tempted to call him "Uncle Jack," because I had an Uncle Jack, but my parents were adamant to never call him that. He never has been, and never will be. It was well enough, I figured, since he always threatened to feed our barn kittens rat poison for letting them climb all over his yellow recliner.
Smoke coiled through the seams of the car and we sat in the back in the haze while classic rock blared into your ears and you forgot for a moment that you were a mother,
We stand shorebound and watch fishermen hold tight to rocks, their faces smooth like beach glass from years of meeting with the sea.
The Ninth Circle
When evil took over earth, we didn’t anticipate a landscape of frozen tundra, ice, and life lost in time. I personally expected — and now find myself longing for — blazing heat and dust. We weren’t worthy of that, though. Media outlets and prominent political figures tried to blame it on environmental disasters and human irresponsibility for the Great Freeze. They pointed to scientists to back up the claims who — when put on the spot — denied any of it having to do with humans.
Visiting the Dead
Under the water I steadily tread. Into the black-green, I sunk deep below. The silt brought up visions left by the dead -