Tag Archives: Words

EMPTY SURRENDER

I surrendered a memory of an altered me. Long ago, an essence filled my writing. Now I have gone adrift. The echo of words never born. Invisible reflections, white paper,…

Holidays at Home

Plastic rainbows men in fancy dress faces damaged by derision and snide jibes. Pretty girls in curlicues dressed in white counting the spaces in between paces while playing games beneath…

The Centennial Game: part 2

*** Abidan made his first move upon the board, sliding his black Pawn forward to challenge Death’s King’s Pawn opening directly. “King’s Pawn,” declared the old man. “To E5.” Abidan…