His Parting Gift

“We’ll only ever be just a little way apart. We’ll never be that far away from each other.” She was beautiful in Mark’s t shirt on his bed when she told him that. The morning sun radiated off of her hair and she glowed and he glowed and they glowed. The world glowed. If only … More His Parting Gift

Delilah

    The Rhine curled around our little bit of land. Then in that time and place, the world was a little bigger and there didn’t seem to be so much hate, but this was a farce. The social media empires had yet to be established. I think that maybe the angst was always there, … More Delilah

She is Old

The cold air takes her warmth. She holds what she can tightly against her chest. Her arms wrap around and she sees the white and life hiding, but still there in the winter. In a month the sun will set and not rise for thirty days. It is a hard time when this happens. The … More She is Old

When the Rains Come

  Her alarm woke her up like it did every morning. She hated the morning and hated the alarm more, but she couldn’t bring herself to destroy it. She knew she didn’t dare. She looked over at him. He always slept through his alarms. She had known him for a lifetime, it seemed. He was … More When the Rains Come

Sooner or Later

“We should go on a ride sometime.” Dave looks at me with his bright blue eyes. “We should go.” “I know.” I say to him. The evening stretches our shadows, our shapes grow and reach for eternity. The night will be here soon and they long to get away. Dave stands by his bike. It’s … More Sooner or Later

Sjøen

When the rains came heavy the sea would turn a tumultuous gray. It would raise up and twist itself as it tried to bring the boat into itself and there would be a little bit of fear in men. But unless it became very bad and the sea became very greedy against the boat the … More Sjøen

To Valais

This is an older story I wrote years ago. I have never been to Brig. I would very much like to go. Light spilled onto the stone and he sipped his drink. The air coming off the river sifted its way through the street and he could smell spring in the air already. The language … More To Valais