A Collection of Words
Existential Quanta
There was nothing.
No sound
Not muffled
Nothing to break against silence
No way to place ourselves in the world
Which had disappeared.
Two Characters in Dialog
The idea for this came from a prompt I was given years ago in a writing group. The guy who gave the prompt happened to be a friend from High School with whom I was in a Beckett play. The memory influenced this very brief dialog.
About Space and Surroundings
The plains and mountains are dark. The mountains carve their shapes from shadows and moonlight.
Winter Walking Poem
Snow cold road
Snaked between hillsides
Muddied with sleet
Rocks ice-slick
Sky close, tumbling into blue
Sun edging
Along November tree line.