Short breath falls the worms arraign, flesh before a clamoring hain. Hungry ore, the mold it fills, maw surpassed, now overspills, the marble blue, to gild the dark.
by John Grey Snow falls on snow. And, in between, I trudge. Yes it’s beautiful but it chills my bones. It decorates. It beautifies. But my fingers freeze despite my gloves. I am on my way to a place that will offer me radiance and discomfort in equal abundance. The weather forecaster got… Continue reading My Forecast
by John Grey It’s blanched white tunnels that tube-worms dig, swirling around in complex patterns like the trail of a child’s finger in cake frosting. Or the emerald gleam of glowworms. Or tiny scarlet and blue-jeweled crabs. The world offers small as much as it does large. A lizard stares up at me from beneath… Continue reading The Small World
Let no deceit from memory pass, that buried all may be the frass. Tainted pips from wilted trees, auspicious of unborn perfidy. Bound in amber, dry, confined —therein, sure an ax to find.
Previous chapter Ermin Gild stared at the numerous screens set up in his spacious office, news feeds playing on every one. His hands tightly clasped together, chin upon his knuckles. Dark bags under eyes that darted to every blur of motion. Mounting migrant asylum demands. Rising concerns over terrorist violence and potential lockdowns. Discussions of… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter 27
Previous chapter Tatter supported Ryard beyond the southern exit of Northwing Detention Facility. Half-dragging him, his good arm round her shoulder. He was barely able to stand and grunted in pain with every jolt of movement that torqued his mangled limb, which dangled awkwardly at his side. Tatter paused and leaned the man against the… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter 26
Previous chapter Weber closed the door to his apartment in the central sector with a sigh and stretched. "I'm home. Stopped by the store. Picked up some of that chocolate fudge mix you like." He walked to the kitchen and placed a parcel of instacake on the counter, furrowing his brows as silence returned his… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter 24