Author: mefisher89

The wolf is a strong, beautiful creature; well beloved in myth, well feared in history. Yet stubborn and reckless, set in the ways, It’s known for a millenia. Behold the coyote, less respected, hunted. It is small, and lacks the power of the proud cousin. Yet, it is adaptable. A witness to the rise of […]

This is a story I wrote for the NYC midnight Flash Fiction 48 hour challenge. My genre was historical fiction, my object a razor, and the location a bunkhouse.  September I receive a score for judging.   An unusual silence befell the room as Donjera stood by the window. The air was stagnant, damp, and […]

Time is a vibration, and the notes buzz beneath my feet. I dance with static and chaos, A partner I can’t defeat. I stumble often, my steps not in tune, Twirling through the dark, Thinking of you, and now I race, No longer composed, No longer a dancer, In this cosmic prose. The dark, a […]

My little time, little moments recognized and coded little flashes, small lights, lights of my life yet to be eroded. Clear, fluid like, thick and invisible, reason denied, reasons not noted. A blur of trees through the sun, through the glass of a vehicle, so young. Swimming in the dark, touching hearts and hands, laughing […]

May you dance with these little lights, Bright in the dark world, Holding them like a spark, Keeping shelter from the cold wind, Breathing love and patience into their lives,  Until they burn brilliant as fires, And walk the cosmos with ancient confidence.

She lies there in the muck, eyeing the bright surface, as usual- but tonight, something, an urge compels her to move- twisting from the darkness, breaking free and gliding in the cold water, feeling an embrace of warmth, drawn like an animal from the brush.. And finally, she emerges, wet from the soft ceiling, and […]

Let’s do a psychological exercise. Imagine a society in which love is not singular. All the love stories we’ve been exposed to, all the movies and plays. The endless songs and the ballads of the one true and only. Put your mind in a place where the lot of it is discarded, and what is […]

Past. Future. It’s only a vast game of imagination in which humans are particularly infatuated with playing. Like a child deeply ingrained with the characters she creates, making truth of goblins and fairies, so that she can almost see them, touch them.. We too mold our life story in some dramatic act; fancying some invisible […]

Quiet house. How I want to fill you with noise, energy. The tragedy of introspection, of lacking Ignorance… Living not on land, but underwater. Like the good captain, disappointed in humanity, but longing, Longing to share one’s watery disposition. And what do we want? Not people, merely, but company. Not the negative energies: the jealousy, […]

The rabbit sits upon the green field, Chewing clover- Unaware of the eyes in the wild, It’s been a long time. So we’ve forgotten. But something keeps our ears up- An unknown danger we sense, and appreciate. But we chew the sweet grass, And become placid- And that ripens the field to slaughter. And we […]