The leaves outside sway lightly and I’m reminded of the beautiful way you danced in that purple gown, the one that caught the shimmer of the low moon, sketching the evening’s rendezvous with brilliant white demons that reflected ceaselessly upon your brown eyes. When night comes on, gently, like this, I can dream once again. [...]
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Authentic by Theresa C. Newbill
The original inhabitants of British Columbia know it well, they’ve heard its cry when the amber sun retreats over liquid swellings, on fire with pools of motion… traveling… traveling… traveling… Tsâl-agayû’nlï ~ “Old Tobacco”, medicine man fills his pipe. Sunnayi Edahi, “The Night Goer,” travels… Kalona Ayeliski! Kalona Ayeliski! Kalona Ayeliski! it arrives… Sage from [...]
The Rise Of A Warrior by Theresa C. Newbill
He felt energy pulsating rhythmically through his hands, the Japanese Sword served as the ‘radio’, transmitting a second essence to process, coaxed back from static into alignment. Recalibrating his new perspective, he observed the object before him, his internal clock winding down into a state of alertness. Nature told him soil brought balance, and so [...]
The Road Back Home Once Again by Theresa C. Newbill
I’ve always believed myself to be instinctive, aware of all the mysterious powers and forces in the universe that sedate us with the poignancy of living, aside from logical reasoning, from those committed enormities of life called mistakes that creep up every now and then to haunt you, taunt you into remembering, that in spite [...]
After Silence by Theresa C. Newbill
I went out into the streets, hoping to find the answers there. Lately we agree on nothing. Whatever lay in wait for us has now gone. I’ve seen your point of view from the too-rapid nods of comprehension that clutter lively minds, making rapid conclusions, obstinately brushing aside all reason from its path, petrifying the [...]
Leaving New York City by Theresa C. Newbill
Here in New York, it’s raining again, the Midafternoon has left pliable pockets of green leaves and slick rocks that smoke above the chasms of heat and water. I zigzag around them, dancing downward, through a steep trail in Central Park. Dizzily, never looking back, the landscape holds my heart in its hands. I come [...]
The Woman Within Me by Theresa C. Newbill
I knew a woman who used to hold up pictures with piano wire, indifferent to the dust that settled around the edges, where sunlight beat on the glass through open windows. She’d whisper a song every morning along the keyboard that held her grapefruit salad, until all thoughts disappeared in quiet submergence intensified by breathing. [...]
A White Morning by Theresa C. Newbill
A white morning surrounds each image in my mind mentally converting the red sun into dripping paint, black blood becomes the euphemism for inspiration yet I am still stung by the green odor of gardens. Intertwine freeway, sand colored journey under the guise of a blue sky, you humble me with gratitude then explode in [...]
The Apex by Theresa C. Newbill
There is a single “main line” of evolution, culminating in “man.” l Microbes joined the pull of water over a restless lake, slowly whirling into the secular air, hungry for its pure smell. ll Daylight faded into cold nights charged by an electricity that exposed the elusive truth of science. lll Evolution lit the horizon [...]
Nostradamus’s Revenge Wins Second Place in the Symbolic Return of Hubbard’s New King by Theresa C. Newbill
An enormous disk advances at prodigious speed and almost collides with a dwarf moon moving around the Earth. There is a distinct shock and then the vehicle starts to fall. A meteor bursts into flames while noctilucent clouds foretell of his arrival. Two bull’s eyes, and four projecting ribs obscure the obviousness of his oval [...]
Beautiful is the Night by Theresa C. Newbill
In a remote village of Kenya, a tall, broad-shouldered man tills the soil. A little bird is perched on the rooftop of the nearby hut where a fair skinned woman pants in pain. Coals of fire have turned an animal carcass earthen brown, a product of her husband’s early morning hunt. The battle breathing jingle [...]
Krakatoa by Theresa C. Newbill
Transient colors fling amid a circle of unfolding insect-wings, pacing under the silent insomnia of luminous stars. Dipping waves of rings aerial whispers of purple spins, sink into ever-mingling dyes of purest play. Transformed cones of speckled white, pumice falls by sacred rite, as mystic creatures maze and guide the way. Dancing fires celestials know [...]
Mourning by Theresa C. Newbill
(14 words for February 14 Valentine’s Day) I call you from your sleep. Your beautiful voice distinct in the darkness, answers. Theresa C. Newbill is a is a self described free spirit and former elementary school teacher turned writer. Her work has been widely published in various print and online magazines and she has received [...]
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