by Cherise Wolas
This opening imagery - "Still dipped in night, he cannot brush away" is just wonderful. Very compressed - well written. I like this piece, Cherise.
Just gorgeous, Cherise. *
Very fine, Cherise. *
I worry about the advent of tiny prose pieces and the way people love them so much, but appreciate the beauty of this.
Sam, Kathy, Kim, Jeffrey, and James,
Thanks all greatly for the lovely comments, and faves.
And James, I wholeheartedly agree with you. My work (off FN) is typically a multiple of thousands of words longer... and I always wonder if people love short work because it is short, but, every once in a while, I love playing with a hyper-compressed piece. Thanks for seeing past the brevity here!
Thank you, Jules.
Beautifully short and sweet. Perhaps the man needs coffee
Thank you Michael. The man is in the wrong time zone. He might need coffee too.
Lovely, dark, erotic the way gauze is--
Love your comment Susan - "erotic the way gauze is." And for the fav.
Good short. Makes me think, leaves me wondering.
Thanks JMC! I love that my 30 words engendered thought!
Micro-fiction is such a cool form. I recently saw a book-length collection of these tiny little pieces of literature (I'm sure there are plenty of said books out there), but I tend to think they're ideal for online consumption.
Anyway, fabulous story. You seem to be a master of the form.
Jen, thank you for reading this tiny, tiny piece, and your lovely words! And for the star.
Tight and just right. Clear, crisp images supported by perfect word/phrase choices. *
i love it when a piece sort of redefines a title so that i look at it and feel as if i didn't really know what "ante meridiem" meant until you wrote this.
Foster and Marcus, thank you both for finding this teensy piece, and for your great comments.
Marcus, I love what you wrote about this redefining what "Ante Meridiem" means.
Thanks both for the faves, as well!
Thank you Bonnie!
Thank you much Christian!
This is a tricky one. The more you read it the deeper you go. Pure poetry.
Darryl, such lovely words from a poet of your caliber, thank you!
the pendulum swing, east to west, west to east, a gentle poetics of desire, filled with longing and care of other--
thanks much G, and yes, go.