Historical Setting 561 C.E. Ezra continues his story. “We are only family again because Eve was so patient in bringing me through my selfish thoughts and fears. In my mind I could tell myself the horrific visage was indeed my beautiful little sister, twisted and re-formed by hard pits of pox scars. But were IContinue reading “Post #2.10, Tuesday, 11-26-2019”
Author Archives: J.K. Marlin
Post #2.9, Thursday, 11-21-2019
Historical setting: 561 C.E., Gaul Ezra continues his story.“I was moving all the things of a bride and a dream from my wife’s father’s home in the area of Tours down to my cottage in the Liger valley, and the journey took me right by the garden of the hag. It were a drearyContinue reading “Post #2.9, Thursday, 11-21-2019”
Post #2.8, Wednesday, 11-20-2019
Historical Setting: 561 C.E., Gaul “How did you find her?” I asked Ezra. “It is a long ride.” He observed, “So I will make a long story of the short one. “When I was first tending vineyards near Tours I started my search for her. That was near where we were taken toContinue reading “Post #2.8, Wednesday, 11-20-2019”
Post #2.7, Tuesday, 11-19-19
Historical Setting: 561 C.E. Gaul Bright November morning sun – cold and crispy all blaring golden. I have so many questions for my newly found son. There is so much I want to know. “So, you have a wife and children?” “Yes, Papa you are a grandfather. Celeste is the oldest. SheContinue reading “Post #2.7, Tuesday, 11-19-19”
Post #2.6, Thursday, 11-14-2019
Historical setting, 561 C.E., Gaul “Yes, my son, this has been a very long journey for you.” “A day it has been and into night and now it will be that back to day again.” “If the donkey is tired you must be exhausted. Let’s stop by the river and rest. I’ll takeContinue reading “Post #2.6, Thursday, 11-14-2019”
Post #2.5, Wednesday, 11-13-2019
Historical Setting, 561 C.E., Gaul No stars, no moon — the stillness of dark has no dimension – no goodness, no evil just void. Dear God were it only true that the one who gathers the dead had come for me this night. Stay near me. I would rather not be discarded alone. Amen.Continue reading “Post #2.5, Wednesday, 11-13-2019”
Post #2.4, Tuesday, 11-12-2019
Historical setting: 561 C.E., Gaul “Wake Lazarus; you must go now! The one who gathers the dead of plague has come for you. Go quickly so you don’t bring plague down on all of us here.” The abbot has his face covered in a cloth as though I bore the stench. “I’m notContinue reading “Post #2.4, Tuesday, 11-12-2019”
Post #2.3, Thursday, 11-7-2019
Historical Setting: 561 CE, Gaul “Know I love you Eve. Know you are loved.” I learned those rich and true words of a parent to child by listening for answers to my own gnarly and riled prayers. In times when I believe the world hates me I unfurl my ugly smudge of self toContinue reading “Post #2.3, Thursday, 11-7-2019”
Post #2.2, Wednesday, 11-6-2019
Historical Setting: 561 C.E., Gaul What can I say to her? The huge chasm between us is more of deaths than of measured time. She keeps enough distance between us that my longing arms would not reach her for hug in case I should follow my impulse. I try to fill the hollow silenceContinue reading “Post #2.2, Wednesday, 11-6-2019”
Post #2.1 Tuesday, 11-5-2019
Historical setting: 561 CE, Gaul I call through the cottage door, “Eve, don’t be afraid. Please come and walk with me to the hill to your mother’s grave and we will place flowers together. Let’s go now and cut a bouquet from the yellow bobbing heads that fill the wild meadow so late in thisContinue reading “Post #2.1 Tuesday, 11-5-2019”
Lazarus Ink 