Author: nlondon36

Listen: this is a story about time running forwards and backwards like a river when the currents are pushed upstream away from the sea, when the fish hold to their course carried closer to where they had begun. This is a story about flying forwards in time, about two days spent in airports and in … Continue reading time and the river

She woke me with the gentle touch of a feather across my face. Get up, she whispered. It’s the dark times. We have work to do. I resisted. I was tired. You got that right, I said. These are the dark times. I need coffee. She followed me into the kitchen and that’s when I … Continue reading sing back the light

Mama said there’d be days like this: days when you crack open one eye and the slate grey sky is pushing through the window and your demons have let themselves in the back door and are sitting at the foot of your bed thumbing through the photo album of all your regrets, pointing them out … Continue reading mama said there’d be days like this

November 1st Day of the Dead. My ancestors are waiting at the gate, dressed in heavy winter coats with a dusting of snow on the collar. The air smells of ancient Ukrainian pine forests and clean running streams. I coax them in and they sit, throw back shot glasses of the vodka I have left on … Continue reading day of the dead

Listen. I was springtime. I was the color green shooting up from the ground new life new maiden exploding star roaming in search of who knows what and it did not matter, hopping trains hitching ditching wandering, spreading honey like lust and lust like life itself. Listen. I was the peach of summer so ripe … Continue reading listen