100 Day Project Three – Days 57, 58, 59, 60
DAYS 57, 58, 59, 60 (August 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th 2018) WILDFLOWERS (thirdish draft) A peasant boy gathers wildflowers for a girl—now a ghost of a girl—he once sa...
Author: Brad Severance
During the day, I develop websites using the latest technologies. At night, I write fiction. I bake gingerbread cookies, too.
100 Day Project Three – Days 55, 56
DAYS 55, 56 (August 5th, 6th 2018) NATURE (unfinished) People don’t remember the way it used to be. The yardstick of nature is only a foot now. TO WALK (u...
100 Day Project Three – Day 54
DAY 54 (August 4th, 2018) A COMPANY OF ANGELS (unfinished) Provisionless— armed only with my heart’s calling, faltering in a narrow corridor between the b...
100 Day Project Three – Days 52, 53
DAYS 52, 53 (August 2nd, 3rd 2018) I SAW YOU IN A PAINTING (unfinished) I saw you in a painting— under a bone black sky. Behind lemon yellow windows, souls, lik...
100 Day Project Three – Days 48, 49, 50, 51
DAYS 48, 49, 50, 51 (July 29th, 30th, 31st, August 1st, 2018) HALF-THOUGHTS (unfinished) They march like grim-faced soldiers from the front ragged, exhausted, h...
100 Day Project Three – Days 46, 47
DAYS 46, 47 (July 27th, 28th, 2018) SERPENT SUN (unfinished) The serpent sun of bronze, warlike man breathes fire in his fingers, fire on his wings, fire in his...
100 Day Project Three – Days 44, 45
DAYS 44, 45 (July 25th, 26th, 2018) SUMMER AFTERNOON (fragments) I catch her breath like a hawk upon a pendulous breeze— untrammeled by shame— by an albatross o...
100 Day Project Three – Days 40, 41, 42, 43
DAYS 40, 41, 42, 43 (July 21st, 22nd, 23rd, 24th 2018) LABORERS (fragments) One day you’ll walk like her— like a broken marionette. A subtle distance in years d...
100 Day Project Three – Days 37, 38, 39
DAYS 37, 38, 39 (July 18th, 19th, 20th 2018) I’M LEFT ONLY WITH YOUR VESTIGE (fragement) I’m left only with your vestige, to roll you on my tongue a...
100 Day Project Three – Days 34, 35, 36
DAYS 34, 35, 36 (July 15th, 16th, 17th 2018) THAT’S HER Time won’t spoil her spirit but crack the cocoon that is her body open. Winds won’t break her wing...