Gossamer Whimsy

Once half-full or conversely vacant fearful of change yet admonishing stagnation the glass rests paradoxically empty silent as infinity or the space between these ears where nature in despising a void might seek to refill with understanding more substantial than gossamer wings and whimsy. SSMatthews 4/25/18

Driftwood

A ceaseless current rolls its course as surface oscillations- archetypes of the human mind, in endless fascination, seek the swifter water where the elemental flows. Barnacles bleached and drying cling to underlying form, all my expectations wash like driftwood to the shore, tossed to beach and dying in the aftermath of storm- One more piece … Continue reading Driftwood

A Season of Wolves (Ch 3, Pt 1) A Mysterious Death

With the last rays of sunset fading from the flowering hillsides of June, as she did many evenings, Jeanne Boulet sat keeping watch over her family’s flock. Like most girls of fourteen years, Jeanne spent her idle hours considering what future the fates might have planned for her and what prospects for marriage might present … Continue reading A Season of Wolves (Ch 3, Pt 1) A Mysterious Death