the stones will cry out
Oh how carefully the fingers move along the soft skin of the earth. Passing once with gentleness, twice with force, and three times with tears. And now ice blue water runs and has run and…
that the world may not be destroyed
“So I guess, to ask it directly — why shouldn’t I kill myself?” Karl sat back and crossed his arms, staring at his friend with his cold, grey eyes. “This again,” his friend said, “always back…
Holy Unmercenaries
“I can’t feel my legs,” he said. His voice quivered, his eyes began to dart nervously toward the ceiling and back to his friend. His friend had heard the nurses speaking after the operation. He…