Room with a View by Rick Kempel, Used under CC license |
In continuing the celebration of National Short Story Month, today's selected story is this linguistic beauty:
by Laura Ellen Scott,
from her collection Curio
(2011)
(2011)
website of Erin Pringle
writer of fictions,
tender of small fires,
dreamer born out of the Midwest
Room with a View by Rick Kempel, Used under CC license |
Transparent by Kasia, used under CC license |
Hyacinth Happiness by Lachlan Rogers. (CC) |
“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; | 35 |
They called me the hyacinth girl.” | |
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, | |
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not | |
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither | |
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, | 40 |
Looking into the heart of light, the silence. (from The Wasteland by our man T.S. Eliot) |
Rock Quarry by paparutzi (CC) |
Faye Through Glass by Aislinn Ritchie (cc) |
Pulitzer Prize Medal |
Picasso and the Bull Out of Light, in Life |
Barber Pole by Sally M, Used under CC license |