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Life Within a Stone

Life Within a Stone
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Something white catches my eye in the sea of forest greens. I grasp my twisted stick and balance on the steep incline. A large ash colored stone wide enough to sit on lies crosswise to the vacant tree hollow. At its foot rests a flattened gray backpack. A hardcover book anchors a thin stack of […]

Scribblings Week 13

Scribblings Week 13

The ants are back. Which only goes to prove the profound truth of the French proverb, plus ca change, plus c’est la même chose. Yes, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” In California, I was ceaselessly at war with ants. You know the kind—the six-legged, bulbous headed, plundering fiends that, like […]

Split Decision

Split Decision

She just couldn’t go back. It was the fear of returning, returning to the narrow, pale Dickensian chins, colorless competition with glazed blue eyes looking beyond and through her; the easing of their shapeless forms against cold leather chairs, pushing corporate words over, around and past her. The routine movements stretched and splattered, extending like […]

Love Constitute

Love Constitute

  Love Constitute (serves 2) 1/4 pound Basic Lust 1/3 cup Infatuation 5-6 chunks of Total Joy Equal pinch of Want & Need 6 heaping tablespoons of Unrealistic Expectations Essence of Blind Devotion Layers of Denial Sprinkling of Fairy Dust (optional) Add each ingredient sequentially. Mix thoroughly. Cover and let rise in a heated environment. […]

Untitled

Untitled

Lend your breath to my chest—not the still-born words, but gravity, and transparency of what peace may come. Like a name or—if not that—the last syllable or utterance of a name: an instance I can sense and, locked-in-deep, maybe be open eyes against my hair in your teeth-clenched.  ~~~ Copyright © “Untitled” by Dain Fedora […]

Through the Looking Glass

Through the Looking Glass

Twenty-four hours after surgery and it’s time now for me to clean and dress for the first time, in my home and on my own, the wound bequeathed to the back of my left ear. I stand before the bathroom mirror affixed to the medicine cabinet above the faux porcelain sink and stare. My bespectacled […]

Via de Guadalupe/South of the Border

Via de Guadalupe/South of the Border

He appeared inside a blink   walked out of the vineyard sun at his back   elbowed a space in my eyes   curiosity took hold   breeze whistled softly silence expectant his outfit beige linen suit   white shirt no collar white mexican cowboy hat   band that matched caramel suede vest   brown leather satchel tilted shoulder feet in leather […]

Peace

Peace

The make-shift battleground campsite lies in eerie silence. The Man of Action has left the field and The Cautious Dreamer surveys the scene, still stunned. Beside the skeleton of their excruciating collision and accidental intimacy are scattered the detritus of good intentions, blind mistakes and opportunities lost. Well, nothing left to do now but bury […]

No Way Out

No Way Out

It’s easy to mistake the sound of church bells for the palpitating heart-knell. Or, a hammer driving nails into boards over windows. Just ask an old man back home from the hospital… If no one’s left to write about it’s best to wait in a dark room, listen to silence until you become silent yourself. […]

Santa Knelt

Santa Knelt

Shake the globe, and it snows – settling, as the storm passes, on a baby lying within a crude wooden manger. Oh, poor baby take care not to scratch your hands as you stretch to greet us; though blanketed with sparkle bits, your cradle, in places, is sharp and splintered. It is late, but the […]

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