Jarawa child In her eye I see the beginning and the end of Time. I see the infinite depths of the Universe. I see Light and Life, death and darkness, us and them, here and nowhere. I see laughter and sweetness and stillness. Stillness. That is why my eyes cannot leave hers. Time has fizzled […]
21.11.2017 9:25
Time Now her knees hurt when she walked down the hill to the city. They resisted like springs too tightly wound, rigid, yielding little to the demand of the steep downward slope. She looked down. The tight, supple skin around her knees looked softer, she thought. Hard knees, soft skin. Were those wrinkles? On her […]
18.11.2017 18:34
The Uncertain After – Part 1 He was sitting in a stiff chair, his small body dwarfed by the dining room table. He could not be older than seven, she thought. “Were you afraid?” she asked. He looked up at her, his dark eyes sober. “No.” He rose slightly from his chair, stretching his thin […]
26.07.2017 08:17
Journey’s End (The Other Side of Nowhere) The shroud of years past clutched in its fold Worn pleats of paths forever etched Sweet lines birthed from some delicate mould Now by Time’s hand craftily stretched To fight by day and kneel by night’s light Mourn lovers lost and offspring strayed To grasp at Time’s raised […]
22.06.2017 12:18
Departure lounge. “We loved it!” The seat behind me pressed against mine as a heavy body was lowered into it. It was a woman, laughing as she continued her story. “We would get five boxes of doughnuts and we would go hang out in the parking lot of the motel.” She laughed again, low and […]
19.06.2017 15:51
Facing a blue screen When she saw him again it was a Monday afternoon, eighteen years later. Time had lengthened him out, stretched him at the edges, had filled his once lean cheeks and softened his sharp jawline. Time had put that grave stamp of age on his face. “I’m getting old,” he said. He […]
26.06.2013 15:03
Staring into nothing His touch was gentle, his hold was firm, and there was a fire burning in his eyes that she feared would consume her. Heartbeat, drumbeat, a thunderous tandem, a feast with no food, a full cup with no drink. She was ready, but there was nowhere to go. “Prend-moi, je suis à […]