Animal Dilemmas – Laughingthrush Worm
Short Story The Worm climbed off the white rock and started eating earth. It was half way under ground when a band of laughingtrushes flew up the high valley and landed around it....
Category: Short Stories
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 9
Serial Fiction The ham. In between bites of life the Brewer liked to walk aimless through the veins of the city. Pilgriming to unknown neighborhoods. Walking helped him arranged his thoughts. He often...
Animal Dilemmas – Worm Dragon
Short Story The Dragon watched the Panda turn around. Its left eye detected he light from outside and the Panda followed it. The Dragon stood at the mouth of the cave long after...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 8
Serial Fiction Paint! Paint! Paint! Talent, ideas, brilliance, genius, drive, motivation, environment, support are all not be underestimated. They all boil down to taking notes and believing in their merits. They all take...
Reunion of Death – Part Ten
Serial Fiction continued from part nine Grinning from ear to ear, Seth said, “Hi handsome,” and leaned in for a kiss. There in that little restaurant waiting for him patiently was Philip....
Death of a Karaganda January
Poem The world swims into focus And I pick the burden back up, Smile and wave. Through my special glasses, some days, Is the only way I can bear it. Drudgery has eaten...
Tableaux Vivants
Poem The snowflakes fluttered down amongst the glassed-in saplings in the middle of the boxy concrete monument to color and swirling forms how within the cold we had somehow found the most majestic...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 7
Serial Fiction The Brewer was walking to the Public House (the home of my bottle). As an incarnation I was a separated continuation of the scotch of that bottle. We were the same,...
Farming In The RSA System – Part Two
Science Fiction I went back to my quarters and changed out of my sleep wear. I stepped into some hemp fiber jeans and shirt, leather work boots. I dressed Woof in her protective...
Not for Sale
Short Fiction So many people are trying to profit from his death. It makes me feel sick. I’m allowed two hours of Internet a day and I have to confess that I do...
A Waiting Game
Flash Fiction The valley was magnanimous in it’s apathy. Ancients who had sat and lived in it all their lives could look to new arrivals with the comforting communal certainty that the sparsely wooded...
