MissMeliss | December 20, 2008
Kindle the taper like the steadfast star Ablaze on evening’s forehead o’er the earth, And add each night a lustre till afar An eightfold splendor shine above thy hearth. ~Emma Lazarus, “The Feast of Lights” She holds a single, lit, taper in her hand, and watches the tiny flame dance on the end for a [...]
MissMeliss | November 30, 2008
The brooch had been in our family forever, handed down from mother to daughter on the eve of her eighteenth birthday. At first glance, the color made it look like a cameo, but in reality the image was not a single profile, but three sisters: arms linked, skirts a-twirl, hearts free from any burdens.
MissMeliss | November 8, 2008
From her bedroom in the tower, in the castle, on the cliff, the glassy sea seemed motionless; a shining slab of indigo ice beneath the brittle crescent moon. Many an evening was spent communing with the waves, while she sat in the cool, damp sand, and let the starfish murmur sweet nothings to her tender [...]
MissMeliss | May 6, 2005
He liked to watch her doing ordinary things. If they were watching a movie, he would watch her face, cataloguing each expression as it passed across her face – interest, amusement, frustration, satisfaction. Even if it was a film he had no interest in seeing, watching it with her was an experience not to be [...]
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
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