Zetetic

Stay with Me: Vignettes for the Absent-Hearted: Red Rivers

They had tended to a love of ten years and now lay in parallel under a quiet roof, watching a night storm crawl towards them over a circuit board of cityscape. From the bottle between them he poured a glass for her and then for himself. A friendly...

Love Song of the Last Wavemother

In the beginning, long before family, before the wave-mothers, there was naught but the ebb and flow of the waves themselves, the insistent pull of murmuring saltwater, the lullaby crash of the rising tides. In the beginning, when the suns still...

A Brutal Kind of Leaving

tufts of wool, red signals amid blue whims of careless fingers: she is a moving trajectory holding on to my hand, on the roads I’ve walked many miles staring into men’s eyes, bemused at their sadness, her hands, holding the tea cup now...

Scorched Memories

Hatsuro stepped onto his porch. He surveyed the ashen soil, and heard a chirping bird beyond the scorched trees. A warm breeze played with the window shutters behind him. Children’s bicycles with broken handlebars littered the cracked pavement. He...

Porphyria’s Tricolor

Blue Your family’s blood and the air in my cabin when you tell me they picked you a husband—a gentleman (the euphemism for those with veins of ice and hearts of steel). I ask how you will complete the something old-new-borrowed quartet, and...

Stay with Me: Vignettes for the Absent-Hearted: And Action

She started smoking cigarettes when she was fourteen, around the time her father left the family for some Betty with an inheritance. She had a pretty face if you didn’t look too hard. Her mother always said that. She read Flaubert on the rooftop of...

Do You Remember…

we stopped here once years ago? Emerald leaves dazzling in sun, and the air heavy and sweet like an over-ripe peach. Water brought us, two spirits from the past, to a river that ran its course then disappeared to clattering rocks and lonely surf on...

Paint Me (see me, love me) Like a God

Penny fell in love with a portrait artist. His name was Conrad, his medium watercolors. Penny wasn’t attracted by his looks; he was extraordinarily ordinary. His personality hadn’t captured her heart, either; Conrad was a quiet man, an...

Blue Screen of Death

When disease acquired the domain of your mind, it infected the main frame taking sector after sector, file after file, leaving you unreadable, inaccessible and at times unstable. You made errors, repeated yourself and were unable to process new...

Stone Monkey Gazing Over a Sea of Clouds

It took Suyin two days to reach the mountain’s summit. The closer to Heaven, the sweeter the air was said to be, but it only seemed harder to breathe. Pale green lichen grew on the jagged granite fingers surrounding the plateau that served as...

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