Thursday, January 27, 2011


Enveloped in bitter night,
We walk silently along our separate paths,
Time for any discussion long since gone.
The waning moon, near invisible,
Behind drifting patches
Of blackened clouds,
Illuminating briefly, though well enough
For all the grim reminders
Of both our indiscretions, to appear
Cast in unfortunate shadows
Laid bare across an icy trail.

55 Flash Fiction Friday: Compose a story in 55 words and report back
to the G-Man at …every Friday.

Friday, January 21, 2011

55-Recipe for Success

A reasonable amount of talent;
A lot of hard work;
A knack for improvisation;
A decent bit of humility;
At least a show of respect;
And a large pinch of gratitude.
But most importantly: The ability to walk away with grace if things don't work out, knowing you already have everything needed to be successful.

55 Flash Fiction Friday: Compose a story in 55 words and report back
to the G-Man at …every Friday.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Journey

The open road
Projected before us,
Awaiting life,
Through dimly cast light,
We imagine
What's there,
While squinting
Toward signposts
Too distant and blurred.

Shadowy paths
Veering off
Beyond sight,
Flanked by forests
Of dark indecision.
Impulses quelled
By illusions of past
Keep us focused
On views
Smooth, yet narrow.

Looking back
What we see
Is shrouded in mist,
True memory
Forever eludes us.
Just one way to go,
Though the route
Is our choice,
And adventure
Our tireless friend.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Winter's Gift

A crystalline beauty
Enfolds us
In its delicate pallet
Of glassy hues;
Charmingly cool,
Deceptively inviting.

Defying brisk resolve;
A veiled admonition
To our reluctant embrace
Of nature's respite.

The gift of the season:
Perhaps as much
About what lies within,
As without;
A well-timed invitation
For reflective pause.