The Stories

From Without The Boudoir

And the door opened to a darkness all too familiar as it were the very same pitch as would greet me any other such evening. And tonight with muted olive painted walls and mahogany furniture lining the hallway I should have felt calmly enough-- aye-but...

From Without The Boudoir

A Sunset On Eternity

To be told by the cawing of the crow, the breathing of the distant sea, and the soft kiss of the breeze upon his naked bald pate, "You are now and have heretofore been still more than all of this. Keep existing my friend and lover."

A Sunset On Eternity

Along The Night-Lit Road

It was the last Full Moon of the warmest months. It seemed to take over the sky with a deep yellow glow of a hue which seemed to race out in all directions and flake golden light on countless orchestral legions of the dark symphony that was the evening countryside.

Along The Night-Lit Road

A Gentle Darkness

“He held the shield upon her as though saying “I want your shadow as well” and somewhere in the gentle darkness he had cast upon her, he saw her undone locks. And here as she lay upon his dark jacket on the old mattress they could be the incarnations of Queen Elizabeth and Sir Walter Raleigh.”

A Gentle Darkness

The Drafty Photograph

“…That firecracker of a child came to me in the time of red pistachio leaves. She loved reaching this part of the book…”

The Drafty Photograph

Dance Of The Ages

It were as though the seat was a'glow with the ghost of that all-knowing Woman who, once upon a cool September day, bought him this very suit in which he now shrank year after year. And a Golden Grin bubbled up to his time-tattoo'd face. 

Dance Of The Ages

The Listening

She closes her eyes to the feeling of her fingernails underwater. She doesn’t see the black of eyelids but instead- the deep green of quiet air under the pond’s surface.

The Listening

The Queendom Of Withypoll

“And suddenly, these most petite of little performers scattered, aghast in a flurry of membrane wings and tutu's as if in a melodrama at the sight of a looming figure approaching…”

The Queendom Of Withypoll

An Evergreen Legend

"The lore says her husband buried her beneath a nameless pile of stones. The Earth swallowed up her wants and dreams as it did her remains. And all there be of her is a strange legend in these, the woods of her daughter's son's cousin's step-mother's property..."

An Evergreen Legend

Winter

"She sees him bow his smiling craggy face down so his lobe meets her lips. The way he does this- one would think he is smaller than her..."

Winter

A Quiet Sadness

As the years stacked upon one another they traded every kind of laugh- from giggles to raucous ha-ha's over how she had to keep shushing him that day...

A Quiet Sadness

The Scent Of Red

"She can't see the pigeons anymore. But she hears them take to the sky in bursts. The sunlight breathes on her knitted skin. She can't see the tower anymore..."

The Scent Of Red

The Legend Of Aswang

"...and whence the little children see this dark creature soaring toward them in the twilight with a wing span of five feet to two meters, the winds blowing through her reddish mane and the sound of those great leathern winged membranes violently beating away the serenity of village life... their tiny screams grow like a wave..."

The Legend Of Aswang

Something Not Quiet

"It is said that whence a person sees a painting of a past life they are driven to madness soonafter. Was that it perhaps?"

Something Not Quiet

Under Cover Of October

"O, It can be a scary business- the clandestine life of a scarecrow who wants to dance..."

Under Cover Of October

After Catastrophe

"The eyes of the inquisitive children hit them all at once with a piercing collective ignorance that seemed to bring its own desolate breeze..."

After Catastrophe

The Knight In Shiningest Armor

"Indeed and to make matters worse it seemed that the more he polished his armor- the angrier he seemed to be."

The Knight In Shiningest Armor

The Storm and the Question

"The louder the rain came, the softer the message and yet it was all she could hear. And with thirsty ears she drank it's faint words..."

The Storm and the Question

The Corner

She caressed the steel and the tines, then the snowy porcalin which contained that bottomless dark roast. "What is around that edge of bricks?", She whispered to the morning gusts of wind.

The Corner