Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Along the creek in the Vosges This is the season when brittle winter softens to life. Ana and I are hearing the grandchildren tell us things they remembered of the creek last summer. One turns over a rock just now at the edge of the water and a little crayfishContinue reading “#54.9, Thurs., March 21, 2024”
Category Archives: Serial Fiction
#54.8, Weds., March 20, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. the family farm in the Vosges I have an agenda already for my first day at home. Everybody has something to tell me so Hannah scheduled my day as though I were a king sitting at court. I will see all my children by appointment today. But I find somethingContinue reading “#54.8, Weds., March 20, 2024”
#54.7, Tues., March 19, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The creek cottage in the Vosges In the moonlit night Hannah hears the horses at the door and she comes out to tell Brandell and Gaia to keep quiet so Ana can sleep. Then she sees me here, wrapped in Brandell’s cloak, waiting for him to help me down fromContinue reading “#54.7, Tues., March 19, 2024”
#54.6, Thurs., March 14, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. near Trier A long sleep. Now, in the dark of this morning the vintner’s widow serves boiled oats and honey. A few minutes with a blade and a washbasin and now my hair and beard are normal length again, though Brandell clearly owns this look now. I have askedContinue reading “#54.6, Thurs., March 14, 2024”
#54.5, Weds., March 13, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. near Trier Brandell and some others come here where I am waiting for help to pull me to my feet, useless as my feet may be. I have one arm around the shoulders of Brandell, and the other arm around a stranger. With all my wooly beard and long hair,Continue reading “#54.5, Weds., March 13, 2024”
#54.4, Tues., March 12, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. A near Trier Gaia, this woman, betrothed to Brandell, already knows my odd notions of peace, “Your pacifistic demands are known by everyone.” She tells me. And it doesn’t even seem to bother her that I am laid out as a dead man in a cemetery. She explainsContinue reading “#54.4, Tues., March 12, 2024”
#54.3, Thurs., March 7, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. near Trier Gaia tells me things. “Papa Lazarus! You’ll be proud of Brandell! “We’ve journeyed in a caravan all this way across the plains and mountains with the families of new settlers bringing their little shoots of vines kept in their tender care all the way here. They cameContinue reading “#54.3, Thurs., March 7, 2024”
#54.2, Weds., March 6, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. near Trier I’m only starting to gather my wits and wonders. I asked these women where is this, “here”? The older woman answers in a strange mix of old languages, “You are in a land of Burgundy of Gaul set aside for the Jewish refugees.” I understand the wordsContinue reading “#54.2, Weds., March 6, 2024”
#54.1, Tues., March 5, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. A burial place near Trier In an aching darkness from nightmares in shadows, I imagine rising from a timeless cavern, maybe to consciousness, or possibly a better dream. I must be waking now in this darkness, in cold, hurt and hunger — voices of earth, not heaven, shout for shovels.Continue reading “#54.1, Tues., March 5, 2024”
#53.13, Thurs., Feb. 29, 2024
Historical Setting, 626 C.E. On the River near Trier If no one should appear from the little village of refugees’ houses, that would be fine with me. We could leave now. I pull the boat I rowed over onto the shore with the bow pointed into the river for the retreat. But now, asContinue reading “#53.13, Thurs., Feb. 29, 2024”
Lazarus Ink 