My Forecast

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

The Small World

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

Tatter: Chapter 27

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

Tatter: Chapter 26

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

Tatter: Chapter 24

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