Category Archives: Miniature Literature

Not novels, just kernels.

Goodbye III

The sunlight that warms us shines from the past. Figures that towered begin the walk to history, and detail becomes lost in myth.

Trust IV

I’m intrigued, he smiled

Intrigue is my middle name, she replied.

….well, actually it’s Mary, but I don’t tell most people that.

Truth XVII

A dream. A letter. A code. She writes it but cannot read it. Then, from nowhere, a bell brings stillness to to no-one.

Treasure VII

Today she shops for stars. She pushes her trolley up and down the aisles of the cosmos, choosing stars that please her for their colour, their shape or their size. Eventually, her basket is full. I have enough, she says, and leaves without paying.

Eric Rides Again XXIV

There were certain things that had changed irrevocably for Kyle in the years he had known Eric. For instance, hatters, rugby, mint tea and even the mention of  Spring affected him profoundly. Just as well, he reflected, considering what he’d thought of  them before. Then from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the slide. His knees weakened…..

Trust XXIV

I watched you as I dug my toes into the wet sand where we reclined, naked but not alone. But I am not subject to the opinion of others. I do not turn like a starling in flight. Some day, when we are too old to do anything about it, I will tell you why. Until then,  my toes still in the wet sand, I will enjoy the things that pass in and out of view.

Secret XIV

Through the quiet doorway to the secret heart.  Fabric rustles and an umbrella rests between showers. So few see the cherry snow in this tabernacle where things are done and undone. So few see the doorway. So few see.

Balance CXI

A step. The surface cracks. He panics, not knowing what is beneath.  There be no dragons, just a formless void, from which everything is created.

Balance CX

Les oiseaux chantent comme bijoux, cette fois

Les oiseaux chantent comme bijoux, c’est pas un choix

Je suis et je ne suis pas á la même fois.

Je souviens Orphée, quelque fois .

Balance CIX

The light cast shadows, and they looked like us. For a moment, they were as much us as we are.