The web pulses in the breeze — huge, white, glittering with dew.
Category: fiction
Conditional by Richard Spilman
let him burn the house down
Come here by John Holland
And let the dance begin
Once Upon A Mind by John Holland
. . .running riot through red rooms.
By Any Other Name, by Richard Spilman
My love is like a red, red begonia. Doesn’t work.
Tornado, by Richard Spilman
You could almost hear music.
ICE STORM, by Richard Spilman
Trees like old men, bent with the burden of their bones.
Establishing Witness, conclusion
The preacher was a neat spare man in a yellow shirt and navy blue slacks. Had she not seen the maroon Bible pressed underneath his arm, she’d have mistaken him for a Vista Volunteer.
Establishing Witness, con’t. Joan Spilman
When nothing happened, Vernie began to fear the worst. Anjean had been murdered and no one had identified her body. She’d been sent to the medical school in Morgantown; the Adult Service Work having checked the box, “anatomical gift”.
Lumpy McGhee, 1921-2007
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’ve seen enough of human nature.”
