Freebies

A collection of free poems, short short stories, and other treats. I hope you enjoy them!

A Major Faux Pas

I could tell right away he was an old salt, a real sailor on the seas of life kind of man. He sat behind an enormous mahogany desk, face wrinkled in amusement, one leg stretched out, a cob pipe dangling from the corner of his mouth. Tendrils of smoke twisted around him. The aroma of…

The Devil’s Holiday

Flueric studied the crowd crammed into St. Peter’s Square. In moments his holiday could be over, and he prayed–wished, rather–that he could enjoy a few more days reveling in the delights of the city. Rome was so beautiful in the spring. He’d spent the sun-soaked morning roaming the twisted paths of the Forum, admiring the…

The Package

The body is naught but a womb for the soul. Within it the soul is conceived, and there it gestates, feeding voraciously on the nourishment of human experience. The capacity of each soul is varied; some possess potential for great power, while others are destined to remain forever weak. And as it is with power,…

If You Arrive Before I Do

He may be on a windowsill inspecting the world through half-interested eyes. He may be in a kitchen mopping up sunlight from a blue-tiled floor. If there’s a den, you might find him curled around a flat screen, paws dangling over keyboard, watching an angel tap out an email to God. Or perhaps he’s in…

Moonlight Sonata

Standing here savoring a sip of Chianti, I gaze at the river reflecting the night sky. The reeds hug the shoreline and Sway in the shadows. I smell the brine drifting On currents of spring air. In front of the stone wall, the hens are asleep in their Henhouse beneath the faint limbs of a…

Sharpe Hill Vineyard

I’m sitting on a sun-streaked deck admiring this bright patch of heaven some industrious family has built here in the dank woods of Connecticut. A vine-covered hill verdant against a cloud-free sky. Split-rail fences, moss-covered stone walls. An antique wheelbarrow resting by a dirt path as if it’s owner had abandoned it yesterday or a…

The Truth About Red

Footfalls thundered up the woodland path, and before long the Cuckhold came into view. He was gigantic, big even for a Big Person. Nearly as wide as he was tall, his feet were shod in heavy black boots that were twice as long as I am, and I’m quite long for a squirrel (they say…