Monthly Archives: June 2012

And the breeze shifts, the smell of freshly cut grass and trimmed roses fills the air. I breathe deeply, high on memories but short on attention as the little girl repeats her demand for payment. “You owe me a dollar … Continue reading →

Upon the plain of Ilium the ruins stir in blind obedience. Again and again the city wakes, answering the call of man. Forsaken by gods, savaged in war– a crushed mosaic of dust and brick, of bone and blood–she is … Continue reading →

He unties the aging string around the shoebox marked “Son,” gently thumbs through Polaroids, breath catching with each tender moment: frogs, caterpillars, muddy feet, handfuls of plucked grass falling like snow; each blade of green in the boy’s chubby fingers … Continue reading →

Steam soothes bruised skin; hot water washes away sin. The sting of soap reminds her of him, fast asleep while she cries, teardrops circling the shower drain along with blood and lies.   Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Chaffin – … Continue reading →

Candles flicker with begged forgiveness, each tender wick a glowing reminder, each drop of wax a tear sliding down the father’s cheek. Having lit them all, I wait for him to come.   Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Chaffin – … Continue reading →