Category Archives: prose

January

Posted on January 18, 2015 by theminstrelscitadel

The Sun hides and crystals that have piled up remain. Hidden or not, the mere presence of his shy face sends the squirrels hurling down tree trunks and skittering across the crusty surface of the snow. I have the window … Continue reading →

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The Alluring Avenue of Rage

Posted on July 4, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

The world knows how your heart pounds and your jaw clenches, how tightly your fingers curl into the sinewy guts of a balled fist. Rage, old friend, comes to visit with his hat perched jauntily upon his head, and most … Continue reading →

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Somebody’s Child

Posted on June 23, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

The lies don’t matter. Don’t let them blind you to the truth. The sweat streamed down the back of his neck, made silver by the indirect light through the window, and tears were jettisoned off the tip of his nose. … Continue reading →

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Last? Next?

Posted on June 19, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

I watched her labored breathing, the skin yellow not pink. She’d never been yellow, never been yellow a single day till then. I knew that she had frequently closed her eyes so many times before. Refusal with a punctuation mark. … Continue reading →

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The Vista of Rebirth

Posted on June 14, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

What happened to you, to me, to that dream we swam in until our arms could move no more? The drunkard of the village was your uncle and your mother had the temper of a sailor away at sea. I … Continue reading →

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Your Basket

Posted on May 30, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Who sleeps in your basket, you do-gooder, you holy-roller, you collector of praise and recompense? Who gains your heart, who is awarded your most gentle caress? I have painted the ones you’ve forgotten or ignored. I have used the color … Continue reading →

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