Driftwood

Sleep is one of the few companions Aaron Hart has left and even its choice visits have become less frequent.  Shadowed by a disquiet and haunted by the loved ones he has committed to earth, his limbs twitch fitfully in slumber, insulated by a makeshift blanket of words.  Yet when a shrill cry pierces his... Continue Reading →

The Lighthouse: A Bed Of Words

Aaron shivers fitfully beneath a bed of words, wondering if his own tormentor had accompanied him from slumber; becoming omnipresent in the past weeks. Cliff edges huddle together in his mind as weary eyes close, a familiar connection to his mother; stone ladies picking over the obituaries and the latest gossip on the church steps.... Continue Reading →

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