romance

This Patient Madness

The sunlight kisses her cold cheek and impossibly, he dances upon the tips of her eyelash before being beaten back with a furious splash! "Please! no more sunlight today!", cries she. And he retreats back into his cloud, dimmed, and confused.

This Patient Madness

A Sad And Joyous Epiphany

“Yesterday there were duties. Last night there was pain. This morning there was heartache. An hour ago there was listless wandering. And a moment ago, she was enshrouded by a tangle of shadows at the end of her loneliness.”

A Sad And Joyous Epiphany

The Strangler In The Wild

“…wrapping about her skin like the vines of the strangler fig on these hapless trees, like his insatiable hands and arms, like his greedy western thoughts…”

The Strangler In The Wild

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

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

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

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

The Oldest Mountain

"And there she is again. All around him. Lifting him towards the clouds. Up towards the moon. There comes her imploring howl,"Almost there. Don’t give up..."

The Oldest Mountain

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 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

The Fluttering Phantom

"An interesting detail about her was that she had nine fingers and no college. Yea, but that didn't matter. In the name of that fluttering eye-lash of hers- it didn't matter."

The Fluttering Phantom