Tag Archives: Writing

Dark Lights

There once used to be so much brightness in my life So much light The kind of light that shows itself through the floaty leaves flowing in the autumn breeze The sunlight that glistens against the piercing blue, salty ocean … Continue reading

Posted in Art, emotions, Fiction, Poetry, seasons, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Fair Harborside (4)

Read Fair Harborside (1), Fair Harborside (2), and Fair Harborside (3) Frank abruptly walked headlong into a grimy wall. His mind wishing for the beautiful side of the city had tried to take a right turn, but he was on a rounded road. … Continue reading

Posted in Entertainment, Fiction, Potpourri, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Fair Harborside (3)

Read Fair Harborside (1) and Fair Harborside (2) Amelia was city-made and city-grown. From where she lived the city was just a writhing mass, gridded like a chessboard, and full of monotony. Her circuits were overstimulated. She was surrounded by wires, cords, … Continue reading

Posted in Entertainment, Fiction, Potpourri, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Fair Harborside (2)

Read Part 1 here Below Amelia and beyond the borders of her glass and marble version of the city, the eyes of the workers were cast in coal and ash. Those of the slums were fading out of being, becoming just … Continue reading

Posted in Entertainment, Fiction, Potpourri, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Fair Harborside (1)

It was dingy as hell, not recognizable as the city everyone saw in the postcards: moss and algae crept down the walls; the side streets were lined with open sewers; the factories ran all hours of the day, belching out … Continue reading

Posted in Entertainment, Fiction, Potpourri, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Party at the End of the Summer

It was oppressively hot, but it was worse inside. The idea for the party had been born earlier that month, straight out of the heatwave, full of desperate loneliness and braised, salted wounds. He had thought that the heat had … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Entertainment, fall, Fiction, seasons, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Summertime Blues

The summertime blues whisper to me, they caress and seduce, they ask Am I going to regret that?   Not taking them up on that offer. Am I going to regret what I’m doing to myself? Am I doing it … Continue reading

Posted in emotions, Fiction, Poetry, Potpourri, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment