I came to the conclusion that sharing pieces of my fiction writing- a new endeavor for me- might enhance the sharing here by providing alternate avenues for expression that take on additional meaning in light of the conversations that are already taking place. Plus once it gets past the front gate and onto paper, it yearns to be shared. These efforts are undoubtedly raw, not properly edited, evolving, a newborn on wobbly legs, but heartfelt.
I hope you enjoy!
Far Away (December 26, 2014 | approx. 8,400 words)
“The last ember of my mother danced out of existence when I was eight, and migrated like a massless, phantom firefly across the breach between us, flitting like an idea through the void to reappear inside of me. She fell into me in that instant like a fresh, warm batch of gravity whose point of origin was my own, like a strange and empty consequence I couldn’t shake, whose cause was everywhere I looked. I had watched throughout the previous months like a girl at a museum peering through a pane of soundproof glass, helpless, imagining the spell would somehow break.” (Read more –>)
Ecstatic Theater (December 26, 2014 | approx. 7,000 words)
“There is a theater downtown, an ancient brick building nestled in a grove of glass towers, and outside there is a line of souls seeking entrance. The wall of forward-facing persons is strung out down the avenue, increasingly anxious with distance from the front, all awaiting their turn to buy their ticket— hopefully— for tonight’s show. It is clear to me that there are more persons than tickets. It is clear that some of us will be denied, our hunger left unsatiated, perhaps intensified into a crippling agony…” (Read more –>)
Bethlehem’s Goggles, Chapter 11 DRAFT (March 9, 2014 | approx. 6,500 words)
This is the draft of a chapter in a novel on which I am slowly plunking away. In this story the protagonist receives a pair of goggles that endow him with the ability to see the world with the vision of Christ, an ability that is evolving as he evolves with it…
“I awoke to the unmistakable sound of a grappling hook securing purchase with the brushed steel balustrade of an outside balcony, then watched patiently as the connected rope pulsed to and fro in a series of taut, jerky twitches.
At least one, anyway…
I could have probably rousted myself and ran for it, but I hadn’t been able to recover as of yet any data concerning my recent history. I had no idea where I was, if I was dressed or, if not, where any of my clothes were, or how I’d even come to be in such an esoteric set of circumstances…” (Read More –>)
Convergence (Dec. 31, 2013 | approx. 12,000 words)
“Even though you know the track of a whale is a smooth, undulating, uninterrupted course, you can only actually partake of discontinuous sightings- brief moments in which your thoughts saturate into white be-nothings as if they’ve been over-exposed, while you behold in grinning delight the spectacle of a humpback breeching the surface of the sea. You infer from these bouts of revelation…” (Read More –>)
Stone Bearer (Some Time in 1999 | approx. 4,000 words)
“The man came-to without the slightest twitch, like stillness filling an old glass jar in a forgotten corner of the barn, being careful not to spill. The familiar sounds of night washed up from of the fields and across the porch on which he sat, alone, in his favorite wooden chair. He held his eyes closed for a moment, his hands motionless on the familiar armrests, as he listened to the faint wheeze of his breathing mix in with the cool hum of hidden insects. He sensed the full and throbbing presence of night which had arrived in his brief hiatus, and he knew without inspection it had descended with the sun’s brilliant sinking like a peaceful dew, drifting in to seep first around the stalks of growing plants before cloaking the land in something more viscous and sticky than daylight.” (Read More –>)