Small Hope

After the fire dies and the embers turn to ash, after the simmering blood evaporates into air and all the tortures of the past revives the lost dreams of innocence, then maybe you will see the heart of life when you stare grief in its eyes.

Ballad of a Young Wife

I In the small hours of a wet September morn, round the corner of a dark salon, in a hut with yellow gleaming lights, on the windy hills where birds take flight, echoes the cry of innocent born. Behind the flimsy gaping door of cedar ply, amidst the sting of alcohol and lye, midwives move…

Bildungsroman

As the century wore a new face and put on a different dress, no less motley than the last, A lonely boy between the sticks carried his bag of tricks and looked behind him, holding fast. Soon the walls grew tall around him and boys became men in a world of unforgiving passion, And the…

The Wander of the Android Minsky (from Fargo)

Hurtling through the blackness of space with a trail of smoke behind it, a small spaceship falls towards a pale blue marble. The distant stars blinked as they watched the ruptured metal ship sweep past a red planet as it speared through the blue planet’s thick atmosphere. The sound of the crash disturbed nothing as…

How to Slow Down

The road was smooth, the traffic was sparse, and the winds were cool in her hair. She eased on the accelerator. She wished it was as easy to slow her mind down. In her hurry and the anxiety to get everything done and done right, she never really gave much thought about anything that was…

The Incoherence of Passion (an exercise in verbosity)

He is bound by chafing ropes of dichotomized society—the howling screams of history assailing his resolutions while the serenading honeyed songs of promise and hope keeps him standing on his blistered feet upon the rumbling and tremoring rock that chips away every turn of the dial against the dispassion of the infinite might of universal…

An Existence in Crisis

It is quiet. Too quiet. I shout, but I only hear the echoes of my own voice answering me. This has happened before, many times, too many to count, and they all ended not with agony or death—how else would I be here? But this time, something feels different, something smells off. I pace around,…

May Heartbreak (a dialogue scene exercise)

It was May, the fifth month since we began talking, and we hadn’t talked in almost a week. My texts went unread and my calls unanswered, and it was draining me to keep on giving reaching justifications to his prolonged silences. I decided I would not take it anymore. I sat on the stairs by…

The Crashing of the Waves

I was young when I first heard the crashing of the waves replace the crashing of the plates; The smashing of the whites against the rocks, I fancied, echoed china devastated on the tiles, And the lights reflected on the broken glass, the glitters of the sun on waves as night awaits. In darkest nights,…

Salutations

So, it has come to this my friends— The end is here, and soon no longer I. Though I leave the night a darker place, And although my fine desires fade, My past is yours to keep and, Gratefully, my memories will stay. Now, I say goodbye to all I love And good riddance to…