You have always been content to let the minnows dazzle you with their bright glinting. How myopic. Where you see fish, I see stars drifting across the deep inverted basin of the sky. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt: This weekend we're asking you to add thirty … Continue reading By Pond’s Edge
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Tryst
A pale face leers, lighting your way from our door to hers. I watch and wish for clouds. Friend of lovers, friend of those who wander, the moon is no friend of mine. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt: We want you to choose a word and … Continue reading Tryst
Divinity
It is the way of gods to congregate, to graze in the valleys. They huddle, content in their pantheon while I, blackest of sheep, wander the hills. Thirty-two are enough for any paddock. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt: Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven … Continue reading Divinity
Within
My love gave me a silver phylactery, filled with prayers and the sandalwood scent of her skin. At night when it clicks open and desire consumes me, I don’t even feel the claws. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt, in which the editors gave us this assignment: Your Trifextra challenge … Continue reading Within
String
I tied a string around a finger to remind me who I was before the rope of my intelligence snapped, before I lost the thread. I can't I don't remember why the string. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt, in which the editors gave us this assignment: Katherine Paterson, author … Continue reading String
Christine Hanolsy 