Brian FiliceThe Branch — A story for the Winter SolsticeA line of women wearing long robes waded through thick forest and fog on a dark, cold late autumn night. Most of them wore white, but one…Dec 21, 2016Dec 21, 2016
Brian FiliceReluctant PoetI love watching leaves tumble along the sidewalk from the motion of passing vehicles.Dec 1, 2016Dec 1, 2016
Brian FiliceThe Dawn of the ScorpionThe clouds drag the luminescence of the sun,Nov 3, 2016Nov 3, 2016