Light is not Dancing
Rose dances the tango for the sun
Month: November 2017
They
They took the words out of her, imprisoned behind scars and threats. They told her she was wrong, that she might be crazy, when she told them the … Continue reading They
November 11, Remembrance Day
I have performed my act of remembrance, as I am required. I have remembered the fallen soldiers and those who remain behind to mourn. I have watched the Governor … Continue reading November 11, Remembrance Day
Speaking with Wren
I wish I’d had a conversation with you, Wren.
Voice of the Ancient One
When you speak with me, you hear the stories of the spheres,
Theories about Stories
The stories are living and breathing. The stories are in dreams.
Sea Journey
. . .I shall journey in my copper-sided, fish-shaped coffin . . .
The Blue Lady
. . .I was always young. Demure, but sprightly, ready to dance gaily if the fifes and drums, or the fiddle struck up a springtime dance. . . .
The Long Green Woman
I know a long green woman . . . whose face is high beyond the mountain’s reach . . .
Writing in Green
. . . Sentences of instruction and thanksgiving adorn moss-covered, stone altars. . . .
Green Face
. . . Her words are in the green faces you painted when your words were locked . . .
Welcome
Welcome. The Zetta Angus Papers consist of short fiction, essays, and poetry, some new and some older. Thank you for visiting.
