Raspberry love and chocolate
Raspberry love and chocolate linger on my tongue long after the prose of your language have faded to ribbon . . .
Category: Fiction
Somewhere on a Ranch in Japan
Grandma told me not to pick the milky peaches; the ones that ripen without blush . . .
They do not open Barnes & Nobles in small towns.
They do not open Barnes & Nobles in small towns. They, the men and women in clothing so black it reflects the sun away the shadows inside them, do not think country folk treat books well, but mostly it is because they say people like us have no money to spend on stories.
Night Life
The sun is luminescent overhead. The man is pale, an albino with golden eyes. He dons a broad-brim hat of woven grass. The brim is dyed red. He digs in his pockets for the key to the house; it barely fits because of the rust. The battered door creaks inward. Dust and bottled love make his nostrils flare. Legend sniffs to clear the tears from his eyes . . .
In Search of Secrets
You cook the mushrooms in butter and eat them with white wine and your lover under a moon that never crests the mountains . . .
Under a Copper Sky
A young girl whose magic may be the last chance her world has at revival is mercilessly preyed upon by choice.
Growing Up
She watches me with keen eyes hollow with wistfulness. I try to speak to her when I find the courage, but she never answers. I think she is mute. Her silence intimidates me . . .