Writing

Graffito, interrupted. Flare end of scratch marks where the improvised chisel dropped, watchman’s shout scattering…

Fleeing birds mass the night. The spirals and veering are an audible gyre, passing overhead…

The medallion silvers in the Vestal’s hand, caught in a trickle of light. Music murmurs…

I love the deep end, said Lud. His blue eye gazed down to tap upon…

He retold the tale of his victory over Lady Nightmare. Gathering speed, he raced through…

Instruments of persuasion, laid before the mind’s fear-blinkered eye. A quill and some appointed relics,…

Her royalty is not in question. Mouth settling to a flaw as hearts beat faster.…

The waitress steps onto the patio for a smoke, memorizing the license plates should better-be-safe…

The cemetery is imagined, as is the weeping, filtered by black umbrellas. Couples make love…

That is as it may be, but why has the knowledge of these books kept…