The Blind Poet

The diver stood where the bed had been, and so the Duchess demanded, where would she rest her head in the house of the host? “Here,” spoke a man with dark spectacles. “Here, on this side of the white curtains,” he tapped his hand to the hardwood floor, beside where he sat. “Here, make thisContinue reading “The Blind Poet”

The Duchess and the Diver

The Duchess drew back the white curtains to reveal a sopping wet diver in a rubber suit, surrounded by a baker’s dozen white rabbits. “And what have you been doing?” demanded the Duchess of the diver. “Announce yourself, and we will know you as the Diver, with a capital D!” But the diver shook hisContinue reading “The Duchess and the Diver”

The Duchess

The Duchess fussed with white curtains and spoke aloud so no one would hear:  “Speak not of eyes because everyone knows eyes are everything, and to speak about what everyone knows means nothing to no one.” I must take down the curtains, she thought.  No, first I must shred the curtains.  No, first burn theContinue reading “The Duchess”