He Could Not Write

The sky was so blue outside, and Henry Ravilon could not write. He kept picking up his pen and touching it to his inkwell…

Children of Your Brain

Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes,

College Fall

There was a yellow fabric in the carpets, woven crisscross against the gray lines. I remember staring at it as I walked down the narrow…

A Dusty Street in Barcelona

There was a long, straight street in Barcelona that we would walk down each evening, enjoying the golden beams…

New Earth

There was a light wind blowing over the northern field, causing the wheat stalks to tremble and bend with a rigid uneasiness. The burnt…

A Dead Man’s Picture

The soldier lay on his back, his elbows resting in the muddy embankment that supported his slight frame. His chest moved…

The Night was Still Young

Sometimes, when the night was still young and he could not sleep, he would wander to the library of his house and…

Barnabas Bix

Barnabas Bix.

Mercy, what a name! Have you ever heard such a name of excitement, wonder, a name that snaps…

Fool’s Gold

In southern Alaska, near the town of Seward, there is a blue-headed, cragged mountain. In the summertime seagulls like to fly to the top…

A Mouthful of Melancholy

He would wake up with tears in his eyes, and he wouldn’t know why.