“One Hundred Lashes”

“And I had done an hellish thing, And it would work ’em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay That made the breeze to blow!”   ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge (The Rime of the Ancient Mariner)   They had…Read more “One Hundred Lashes”


“Apple Tree”

There was a place in her heart where the apple tree grew. The sun moved slowly up here. In the shade of the apple tree, Delilah watched its lazy progress in shimmers through the leaves. A shimmer she couldn’t shake from her sight. Within that dappled light, the apples shone as celestial things in orbit,…Read more “Apple Tree”


A young boy named James found himself coming down the dew-darkened driveway of the house his parents used to live in. His stomach had caved in. He’d wasted most of his time wondering—why? All about him, autumn spoke. Gentle hymns, melodies gliding between bass and treble, bawling and shrieking. Without trepidation, he entered. Sealed rooms…Read more “Saudade”