Tag Archives: pieces
Now they knew
Somewhere along the line, things have grown more and less crisp, the lines between black and white blurring into gray and then resolving so that I am standing, clearly, on the wrong side. It was easier when I worked alone. … Continue reading
Hopefully I Will Forget
A thousand thousand years from now, when this planet is ash and dust, uninhabitable but still adventurable, they will find us in a vast archaeological dig, looking for their own history. They will search, and they will find the ruins … Continue reading
See, Monster
When I was a little child, my brother Matt nearly drowned. We had taken a vacation down the shore, and he got caught in a riptide, and was tossed about a bit like a doll in a front loader. We … Continue reading
Caoineadh ar an Bean Sí
“Blue–” “Máire, le haghaidh an grá Dé, scor do caointe!” bhí a guth éadrócaireach, aon uair a chan Mary. Ba mhaith sí ag canadh barely sé nótaí i, ag obair sa seomra níocháin, nuair a líonadh sé suas an doras, … Continue reading
Cold
It was November 18th, nine in the morning. It was cold where I was, and I was cold, but I couldn’t feel it. My eyes were open. Navy blue, but fading — not blue like his. They’d never be too-blue, … Continue reading