Monthly Archives: April 2016

Deathwalker 7.0

            If I’d harbored any illusions about the crew’s feelings about having me on board, they were shattered like fragile historic Earth glass the minute I stepped into the eating area. The casual, friendly conversation I’d heard from the hallway stalled to an awkward, even hostile silence. All thoughts of using only modern jargon dropped out of my head under the impact of their stares, and I tried not to wince at the mix of expressions. Looking from Gri’s unreadable expression to the suspicious faces of the strangers to the captain’s outright hostility, I found myself not even wanting to ask about the different races around the table. Although, really, what could it hurt?
            Ahead of me, Kith turned and gave me another long stare. The Teg, however, alighted on the back of a chair and gestured towards me as if oblivious to the silence.
            “This is deathwalker,” he announced formally. He raised a hand and paused, waiting until everyone’s eyes shifted from me to him. “He is Kaihmi.”
            The instant change in the quality of the silence was amazing. And while it didn’t override the suspicion or hostility completely, the entire crew was now looking me over as if maybe I wasn’t quite what they expected.


Magnolia

Barely opened buds,
A hint of blushing white blooms –
Browned by sullen frost


I Write

I write to free the words
That dance within my soul.
I write to capture new ones
And feed them to the coals.

I write to build up mountains.
I write to tear them down.
I write to fly on feathered wings.
I write to wear a crown.

I write to explore the possible,
The impossible, and more –
I write and write until I find
What wasn’t there before.


Woodpeckers

A sweet morning’s peace,
Broken by staccato beats
Of tiny hammers


6 Word Short Story: So Tired

I fell asleep on the subway!


Shy Breezes

Cool breezes whisper
Of warming sunlight and heat
But hush when they come.


Shopping

Enthralling color,
Sparkling stones, and
Soft, sensual, silkiness:
A feast for the fingers,
For the eyes – for the ego.
Sold.


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