“The unconscious sends all sorts of odd beings, terrors, and deluding images into the mind whether in a dream, daylight, or insanity. For the human kingdom, beneath the floor of the neat little dwelling we call our consciousness, goes deep into dark unsuspected caves.” Alex looked out the window as he spoke. The light through smeared […]
He studied it as he had a thousand, thousand, times; the only picture he had. He loved the strength of her shoulders and the taste-memory of kissing her lightly freckled skin, nuzzling down to slip the cloth from her breasts with only his lips.
A few years ago, I came across this picture and at breakfast one morning showed it to ‘Alpha’ and ‘Beta’ and asked, “What do you think that cat’s doing?” “Sitting in a tree,” said Beta. I shook my head. Alpha raised her hand, and I nodded to her. “Looking at the moon.” I shook my […]
She pushed off into the trough and was soon out of sight. He waited at the breaker’s edge until the moon set and night became the darkness before dawn. While she was with him, they had loved with the certainty and power of the tide. His heart had followed the rhythm of hers. He knew it would never beat the same way again.
In the distance, flashes of lightning played across the sky, and the first few giant-sized drops of rain splashed across the ground, indicating more and harder rain was on its way. Gusts of wind picked up bits of dried grass, scrub brush, and dry earth and whipped them around in tornado-like swirls. A lone figure […]
“No,” he had enough. Nearly an hour’s worth of back and forth. “It’s unreliable. You can’t test it on humans.”
I had a reader (the lovely Nina A.) send me this picture, from photographer Paul Howard (see it below – it’s shared with his permission), of the The Banff Springs Hotel. [The Banff area is somewhere I’ve thought about for family vacation and this makes me even more sure we need to go there.] Nina asked me if I […]
Six of my neighbors had been taken in just the last raid and Alissa bitten, though I’m thankful I saved her from the beasts.
What if you read something about yourself, about your family and who you really were… that you shouldn’t?”
What a beautiful lady you’re becoming,” she patted the bench next to her. “Sit and we’ll talk. I have much to tell you about life and about you. A Thing has changed in the World and I have two special gifts for you—that may lead to an even greater one,” she beamed at her granddaughter.