Book Review – The Lonely Young and The Lonely Old
My review of Tim Miller’s short story collection “The Lonely Young and The Lonely Old”.
Tag: Prose
The Awakening
First, the wind gently tugs then whips her hair, wisps slashing across her nose and cheeks. She stubbornly tucks the loose strands behind her ear in vain; she refuses to tie it up. It’s been far too long that she’s been tied up, knotted, wound tight for someone else’s expectations. Tonight, at least, she stands, […]
The Decay of William Drysdale
I know it’s Thursday when the nurse brings the little paper cup with five pills instead of three. A sip of tepid water and I go back to staring out the window. I can’t abide small talk. Never could. Better to observe my surroundings than spin idle words. My wife understood that, why don’t these […]
Memories in Withdrawal
When they placed him in my arms, he weighed nothing at all I didn’t even know how to hold him The moment I looked into his face, I felt something burst and bloom in my heart Something I had never felt before and never have since Even today I feel the tug of his existence […]
Forthcoming
You’re losing her, you know? She’s slipping right through your fingers as you watch in slow motion horror. You don’t lift your hands. You don’t open your heart. You simply let her go. Do you recognize it is coming before the door closes for the final time? Do you? Yes. And even so, you let […]
A Black Door Opened
My sister and I were at my house, though I’ve never been there before, it was, to me, my home. Looking out the windows I could see a huge field that stretched far away, the trees on the horizon would only be an inch tall if you measured between your fingers. The fields were covered […]
Small Moments
It’s in those quiet moments when you wrap your arms around me from behind and pull me in closer as if that were possible or when you lay kisses on my eyelids and breathe in deep our lingering scent, memorizing every nuance. It’s when you hold me so tight like you never want to let […]
Night Fades to Morning
As I see it, in the light of you, even the stars dim and pale. I wonder if they ever get jealous. The hours we’ve laid on our backs, blankets spread beneath, side by side and hands entwined, staring up, twinkling, shining, slowly tracing across the sky. The longer we lay, reclining together, the more […]
Seismic Activity (cataclysmic love)
In the morning she lay, peaceful as she did, the grasses and trees which took root within her skin stretched toward the sun. The verdant greens of fresh life covered her and she rested, calm. She felt a breeze run across her hilltops and she shivered. A downward pressure and a shift in temperature. The […]
In Reality, There’s No Buried Treasure
I fell in love with a writer once. It was so easy to slide right into those words and make them mine. To pretend that sometimes they were words written just for me. They weren’t. They were about other people. I knew it. But I WANTED them to be about me. I was desperate to […]
