Writing gracelessly, without particular art or skill, but perhaps some enjoyment.
On the footpath, among the leaves: a beetle, half crushed, with dried yellow ooze squished out from the stress tear in its side. The other half intact and whole, wing spread in preparation for the flight that never came. It must have been run over by a passing cyclist. Anna picked up a twig and … Continue reading Half-Crushed (Horror Short)
Her smile breaks / small and sincere / like morning...
After five months of oppressive cold, spring has finally arrived in Japan. To someone from the southern hemisphere, the idea of starting the year in April confuses me greatly. Especially because we had an end of year party in December. In March we had an end of school year party followed a week later by … Continue reading Spring in Japan: Life and Hanami
I felt like myself today / Light and easy / No mask to put on / or hiding behind / A checkout perfect smile / It was just me / Here.
The stone on his chest sparked and he roared and reached out. Flashes of alchemical energy crackled from his fingers as he clutched at the sides of the man’s head. The man screamed as his flesh boiled and shifted like the summer horizon...
It's warm, but not claustrophobic / Bodies press together / Rocking with the sway of the rails / My guide clings to my arm / And talks a little...
Balter Through the Pages 
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