Elena: The Garden of Apathy - Weeds - a story of complacency
She was immediately terrified of the new boundary, the one she could see in the distance, that place where the waters fell off the earth into only God knew what.
The World is Surface
“The world is surface, a shimmery veil of illusion…”
Samantha: Love Always Is - a poem about abiding
My spirit is heavy with the time I squandered driving in first gear,
one light shining dimly to dispel the darkness,
all the way holding on to the promise my ancestors cherished
that love always is.
The Gates of Horn and Ivory: Found In Translation
I have begun experimenting with language translations. Here is the first story of many, I hope, Chapter 1 - The Haunted Caves, from the novel The Gates of Horn and Ivory, in French.
Claire: Coffee in the Garden
Claire returned the reply that was expected of her. It was like a secret understanding, this exchange of phrases between the two of them, whose meaning, though obscure, had acquired almost ceremonial significance with the passing of years.
“There are no shadows other than the ones we cast.”