The Northern Path Return to the place of divergence. An unconscious man poured out on the floorboards. In each conversation, when we speak of travel, he tells of a road in the north. “At first it seems common. . . If there are gentle hills, these sidle by like lambs toward a clover. Never a [...]
Category Archives: Tales
A continuation of the Story of Ibex and the Button: Tempest’s fingers worry the hem of her skirt as she sits watching Briggs run from tree to tree with a loud exclamation to each encountered trunk. There is a level of mischief in his play today that would concern her if she hadn’t spied the [...]
The thread broke and it fell. Familiarity would have rushed in if a clatter had followed. If the floor had been just below, no doubt it would have bounced, spun and clicked as it came to a rest. Instead, it’s surface sung in the wind. Dropping past clouds, through darkness and the first beams of [...]
In the first days everything is distraction. The movement is alluring, the smiles… infectious; the sad eyes, sympathetic; the tantrums, disheartening. ‘Round about misunderstanding, like plastic horses rising and falling to whims of Calliope (as if she were once again ascending, a Goddess of toys and amusement, when eloquence or even frank talk is most [...]
So they spun, the stars their backdrop… dizzyingly twisting in the frantic motion of moons and grand distances of fleeing galaxies. The slightest breath of air from their parted lips, the smallest whisper, would add its’ thrust to the insane waltz. Yet as it the motion increased, the impulse to cry out in pure delight [...]
Little feet in bright blue shoes, race to find a tiny hand tracing patterned leaves. Mumbled words, and offkey tunes, grace the garden until there breaks a joyful scream. They find delights in every rock, in every swirl of snail. In happiness the moments crawl, like glades beyond the veil. A curious finger pokes a [...]
