December 9th
In a small apartment in Leith the morning light split the smoke stained curtains and brought new promises of life and warmth to the room. Roy did not feel the…
In a small apartment in Leith the morning light split the smoke stained curtains and brought new promises of life and warmth to the room. Roy did not feel the…
The warm oranges and reds of the slowly setting sun did not offer him any heat or comfort, in fact he was colder now than before. His pace had slowed and each…
He had passed the hordes of Christmas shoppers frantically dawdling on the city streets, minds now without thought, legs without purpose or direction. Why had…
She screamed loudly, running in the snowstorm. Arabella couldn’t hear anything over the loud howling of the wind. Her blonde hair whipped around crazily as the…
Hello, dear December, the last but not the least. Arriving opportunely when my sorrow is increased, You give a glimpse of hope, a light within this barren…
Groups of men huddled by the fires, clustered against the night. Troi walked forward and announced the arrival of the commander. The rabble shifted focus, from…
I couldn’t decide whether I was tired or awake. The numbers on the clock flashed in the dark, trying hard to convince me it was night. I nestle up in the…
winter has come back again The snow shoots towards me, parts around my windshield, making a cool, flurrying tunnel, sucking me forever down the dark and icy…
One. Two. Three. Four. Four times. Enough. He dropped the rock and it hit the ground with a thud. The noise echoed down the tunnel, amplifying slowly as it…
It’s getting colder. This morning I needed headlights, not sunglasses, to drive to school. My sweatshirt stayed on the whole day. My arms and legs had…
____________________________________________ Fat snow flakes, the tone of bone, sat like icing on cakes. ____________________________________________
Hallam swished the thin, winter stick through the chill, spinning. He felt the cool flit across his fingers, air of water, the light of the rain ... but then…
Snowflakes whipped about in the pre-dawn light. Wrapped in the heavy leather cloaks bought from the locals, we rode swiftly toward Tremorden. Having recently…
Night falls, winter ends. Spring has come, to make amends. Here I watch, the waking world, from its sleep its blooms unfurl. The buds come forth, bright and…
Bent Kneecaps and shins Bookends Double eye lens Silence Pushpins the pillow White Window of snow
Georgie Alloicious Watson, loved the summer a lot. For in his heart summer contained, a very special spot. Then the wind blew and rushed and roared, and…
The fox awoke surprised, in a state of shock, he was staring to the new environment around him, this white stuff in the floor, giving an spectral glow to the…
The old man’s hands are pallid blue, emaciated and tired. His walking stick in hand, he pierces ice and mud, blood and bone beneath his feet. He cries out to…
October’s Jack ‘O Lantern is still on the front porch, along with bales of straw and some witches who don’t know that Halloween is as faded to gray as the…
They called it the Glade of White Grasses. No man knew why it had taken on such a peculiar character. The children loved to go there to play in the summer, to…