I’m delighted to have a piece of flash fiction called ‘Besieged’ published by the excellent CafeLit Magazine. A young girl finds herself caught between two elemental forces…Continue reading “Besieged | Short Story”
Eternal rest, my father told me when I was a bairn. The long sleep, he had soothed. It hasn’t proved that way for me – there is little rest for those lost at sea. It isn’t the spring tides or the curling undertow that trouble me – vagaries of current are no longer my concern. It is the yearning that keeps me from my rest.Continue reading “A Storm-Topped Sky | Short Story”
a salt-sprayed piece of mine called ‘Foundering’ has been picked up by the fine folks at Flashback Fiction. If you’ve got a historical story of less than five-hundred words that’s looking for a home, Flashback will provide a great platform for your work.Continue reading “Foundering | Short Story”
Good morning all,
Haiku loaded, primed, and ready to fire…Continue reading “Fug & Forgotten | Haiku”
Down from the mountains and onto the beach with a couple of haiku this morning… Continue reading “Snow and Salt | Haiku”
Morning all. Two haikus for consumption.
Cold, wind-whipped outpost.
Sand spills through quivering grass,
Clumped against the tide. Continue reading “Haiku – Dune and Contrail”
Two little snippets this morning…
Damp sheets droop under fall skies.
Not a breath of wind. Continue reading “Haiku – Breath and Dawn”
On days like this I struggle to believe it happened. It did, though – right here on this beach.
Ankle-high rollers curl in over the pebbles, just a trace of foam on the forerunners as they lazily reach up the brown sand. It’s flat calm as far as the eye can see, with matted grey clouds reflected back up towards the sky.
As changeable as the sea, they say. If only that were true. Since you were taken from me one spring morning I’ve tried to follow, I really have. I’ve waded out from our private little beach, out as far as you did that day. The undertow signs promise much but deliver little. I haven’t felt so much as a tickle around my ankles when I’ve stood waist deep out there.
I could weight myself down of course, be dragged beneath the waves as Virginia Woolf was. That seems too serene though, not at all like your experience. I want to fight the tow the same way that you did. I want to hear the pebbles rattle and shift underneath me, to see the sun’s rays slant down through the sediment-heavy water as I strain for the surface.
No such luck today. The saltwater laps gently around my chest, languidly stirred into movement by the limpest of winds. It’s not even chilly.
I shiver nonetheless. A man who has experienced shipwreck shudders at even a calm sea. They say that, too.
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An ethereal little haiku today on the theme of ‘billow’…
Current-borne, through seaweed drawn
Tentacles trail long.
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A little haiku this morning on the theme of ‘Grey’…
Grey smooth-shattered shale
Huddled high in wave-lashed caves
Sea foam flecks strike dark.