The Ides of March

She always said she had A Good War. Dancing. Courting. Working. as the Bombs Fell and her Brother Died and her Lovers Fought on various Fronts and Food was Rationed. it was still a A Good War. Not, she would say (gently touching the cover of a Holocaust Memoir) Not Like This.   He called … Continue reading The Ides of March


How would you know which stories are true If the telling is filled with lies and deceit? How would you know which views to pursue If knowledge is partial and never complete?   She says she reads legends from a time long ago When magical beings lived in plain sight; In forests and glades with … Continue reading Ashes