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 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,…

An End of the World: Part IV and Epilogue

Part Four The days were bleeding into each other. I never once saw the sun or the moon, and although I looked towards the western horizon at every dawn, I never saw the stars again. The sky was a constant blanket of red and black, changing shades depending on the hour of the day. I…