THE STORM DIARIES - Entry 12 |
In the vastness of time, this child is her.The silence is deafening. I realize her words have no sound!She stares at me the way kids do. Looking right inside.I know these eyes. Sadness. A mirror. And ...
Posted by ICURIA COSS on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 03:15:00 PST |
THE STORM DIARIES Entry 11 |
My steps fall naturally into the rhythm of the pulse.It comes from within and without.It resonates in my every muscle and sinew.Every tiny bone. Every cell, nucleus, strand of DNA.It reaches the tips ...
Posted by ICURIA COSS on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 01:15:00 PST |
THE STORM DIARIES - Entry 10 |
The passage slopes down. The slight incline draws me forward.Lulls me.There is a faint fragrance in the air. I can't quite place it.I feel comfortable here. Something to do with the scent. The physica...
Posted by ICURIA COSS on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 03:48:00 PST |
THE STORM DIARIES - Entry 9 |
I must go away for a while.I have explained to her that she will be alone.No reaction.She thinks that's what she wants, to be left alone... she'll soon find out.My house is a mess of rooms and passage...
Posted by ICURIA COSS on Fri, 18 May 2007 02:57:00 PST |
THE STORM DIARIES - Entry 8 |
I am in my house, standing next to a pool of blueness. The sea. The sky. The universe. I sense another presence. I have known her forever. But she seems to have forgotten that I ever existed. This mak...
Posted by ICURIA COSS on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 04:07:00 PST |
THE STORM DIARIES - Entry 7 |
The sky was bright red this morning, and sharp. The crows were screaming like women raped, as women often are. One way or another.I study my guest with telepathic powers full on. That stillness. Down ...
Posted by ICURIA COSS on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 03:12:00 PST |
THE STORM DIARIES - Entry 6 |
The wind is keening. Lost soul stuck in limbo. There was a howling in the woods last night. A lone tortured creature, screaming at or with the wind. I went outside, stood there listening, feeling the ...
Posted by ICURIA COSS on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 02:55:00 PST |
THE STORM DIARIES - Entry 5 |
I concentrate on healing her body.She is painfully thin. Ribs visible through dry chaffed skin. There are bruises. And older wounds. Ridged weals. Scabs.Strange bondage?My mind is pulsing with questio...
Posted by ICURIA COSS on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 10:51:00 PST |
THE STORM DIARIES Entry 4 |
Time slips by unnoticed here. Not a clock in the house.I don't set much store by time. I don't chop it up into ticks and tocks.You can't pin time down.I like Now.I live in Now.Now she's here.We take t...
Posted by ICURIA COSS on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 02:22:00 PST |
THE STORM DIARIES - Entry 3 |
Just before I went up to bed last night, her eyes flickered open. Yet she seemed to be sleeping still. "Wake up", I whispered. "Wake up."Now she looked deep into me and I cringed to see the pain there...
Posted by ICURIA COSS on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 12:49:00 PST |
