There are Moments that Linger
There are moments that linger in the memory. Such a moment I think is this. She stood upon a precipice– to fly or to fall, and unfolded herself before me,...
Author: Brad Severance
During the day, I develop websites using the latest technologies. At night, I write fiction. I bake gingerbread cookies, too.
The World Turned Back ‘Round
The world turned back ’roundand said, “You’ve suffered long enough, old man.” May I say that I love you?The words vault, skitter, and ch...
These are the Golden Moments
These are the golden moments– Golden boughs. The end may tremble in a mouth’ed O. Yet still they burn unperturbed– tiny lamps of adoration lit...
I Opened Your Book
I opened your book and what did I read? Whispers of heavenly death murmur’d I hear Only an hour before I drowned a mortally wounded fledgling, too young t...
Montreal (Part Two)
This city speaks not one, not two, but three languages, even four, maybe more. The carefree brown-eyed girl– she thrusts her fingers into the Earth scoops...
Montreal (Part One)
I love this city … at least, when it’s not winter. I was riding the Metro toward downtown from Le Plateau-Mont-Royal , and a young man boarded my tr...
Word of the Day – Regicide
REGICIDE – (noun.): (1) one who kills, murders, or shares overt responsibility (as by acting as judge or executioner) for the death of a king especially t...
Weekly Ruminations
Volume Three There are special nightmares for the daytime sleeper: little nervous dreams tossed into some brief restless moments of unconsciousness and breaking...
Weekly Ruminations
Volume Two In Oreanda they sat on a bench not far from the church, looked down on the sea, and were silent. Yalta was barely visible through the morning mist, w...
Weekly Ruminations
Volume One “Now the drawings you make from us, they look exactly like us,” she reminded me, smiling in triumph; and I recognised that this was indeed just their...