The Rustling They attacked with banging guns and booming rockets, an unnecessary commotion, striking as though we were leaves on an autumn tree awaiting winter winds. Perhaps we were in our russet way? Fall, some called it, the time when one generation made room for the next. Whether or not the giant oak wished it, […]
They did not fly, nor move more than but a few inches, even then just beak to beak. Twisting coils of white-feathered, serpentine necks, they adored each other with a perfection mastered over generations. Beautiful, they were, in a world gone mad, two cranes preening where children once played.
Their ferocity mirrored our own. Man for man, pound for pound, we tore into each other with a reckless abandon balanced only by the immovability of both. Stalemate. Like deadlocked chess pieces all we had fought for had achieved nothing. Nothing! Was this war at its worse were armies died without purpose? Or was that […]
Positivity flows between us like electric eels swimming upstream through unctuous sweat: electric, and hard earned. We blast away the toil in excessive bursts never before seen or expected. Loud is our keyword. Youth is our slogan. We wink and nod and laugh and scream. We’re ready. Bring it on. Turn up the music and […]
Daily: children playing football with bricks.
￼ They came in waves. They would, they were made of water. A sloshing, spraying army of liquid leviathans, the creatures from the deep dragged and crawled, slid and skidded, their way onto the shore. We were waiting. Like the rest of the population, I'd placed my trust in our esteemed leader for the last […]
Midnight in the garden and the slugs wage war. An army of camouflaged assassins are taking bites out of the flowers with a reckless disregard for their longevity. A solitary snail stands guard over his patch of Eden, one Spartan against Xerxes’ horde. I don’t fancy his chances. The battle is long taking its toll […]
￼ They came as an armada of white bobbing atop the windswept waters. Even without a sun to cast bright rays upon them, they gleamed with a magnificence our best could not match. Prows raised, proud before our feeble defenders, they cut the waves in two without even trying. There was no doubt who’d won […]
￼ The dog followed me home even though I peddled faster. It loped along barely panting as I huffed and puffed, a long-haired mongrel with a lolling tongue. He looked like Luke before the war took him. I loved that dog and told him so, as I should've done my brother.
￼ Alice toes her work shoes moving them around the porch over the knots in the wood like poor man’s sandpaper. There’s a whiskey in her hand and a book on her lap; one is used, the other, not. This is her routine, her way to wind down, her escape. The radio plays on regardless […]