Linguist & Aspiring Polyglot
3 Naomi lay on the lawn watching the sky. It stretched out before her- light blue, cloudless, a little hazy with smog. The grass was soft and cool beneath her and it tickled her arms and bare legs. Who knew the earth had an expiration date? Her eyes watched the leaves dance in the breeze. I guess the scientists knew. They’ve been telling us for years.
Gabrielle sat in the quiet of evening, her eyes closed. Sometimes she felt that she could see the world better without looking. And how badly she needed to see it now- to understand it! Never before had she felt so strongly both the desire to stay behind and to run ahead at the same time. The harvest was over, autumn was setting in, and she could see the road stretching out before her, but she couldn’t find where it led.
Under the Pear Tree
Collette awoke to the sound of birds. In 1943 France, the gentle chorus of songbirds meant that the skies were clear and safe.
The Hour Between Evening & Night
There were just a few hours of sunlight left. Catherine knew, though, that she could find her way home even in the dark. Ten years and nothing had changed. Just like she expected. Even the path was the same. The large tree at the corner still stood, and the “N & C” was still etched into the bark, though it seemed to sit a little higher in the tree now- seemed stretched a little broader. Time distorted things that way. Even memories.
How Did They Find Us?
Christopher’s heart began to race. Why is this package addressed to me? He sat there at his front door, unmoving. Sweat collected in beads on his forehead, but his blood ran icey in his veins.
Skin & Bones
“Eden,” my sister said, gripping my shoulders and looking me in the eyes. “I told you. We are going to get through this together.” Her gaze made me feel uneasy, and I began shifting in my seat, averting my eyes. “Look at me. Look-. We’re going to get through this, alright?”
Straw & Rafters
“Shh…” The woman froze, wide-eyed. Alex lowered his finger from over his lips. “Please,” he mouthed. “I-” The woman began, her voice breaking slightly before she once again fell mute.
Agape. In the ancient world, the Greeks had four words for love. Philia. The love between equals. Brotherly love. Storge. A familial love- especially that shared between parents and children.
I stand near the edge The sea is roaring below Adventure awaits a step beyond If I’ll just let myself go I got myself some wings
East into West.
You are the sunset. When does the sky Change colors? The sun and earth met And the horizon burned bright. They were passionate lovers.
Forget Me Not
Oh that you should come like a summer rain It falls cool and gentle upon my face Until the clouds again for sun make way
A Path Through Wildflowers
Through fields of wildflowers I wander The blossoms with passions unbridled bloom Before their joy and beauty I ponder If I will have the cheerfulness they do