Fiction and Poetry

Winter has a way of draining the life from everything The leaves fall from the trees and the color fades from every living thing including many human beings. This winter just won't yield to spring. Still no buzzing of the bees. No crickets chirping or birds to sing. A world without many meanings. Even the inanimate fears what winter brings. Gasoline sours and batteries freeze The silence of stalled engines is all that rings. The mechanical marvels brought to their knees. During this six months of torture I feel hopeless and lost Dead batteries and a dead soul just waiting to be tossed.

I grabbed my guitar this evening, to pluck and strum some sounds. I started with a check for tuning, and picked each string from top to down. It’s been a…

I feel the darkness creeping in as the Sun grows lazier in the sky. Without its heat and light I begin to feel compressed, as if I wear an invisible…