Path of the Painter

This is a short story about love, art and the contradictions within ourselves.

‘A former Juliet, long tired of our shenanigans but in love with us still, presented a light into our world. She looked into my eyes and said the Painter was what Asia sought, “God help her.”’

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Figment of Reality

This complex short story is “a muddle of memory and metaphor” I’ve been trying to birth for years. The photo, by anonymous, shows flares, Cobra gunships and assorted noise looking west from my barracks at Da Nang Air Base. It was nights like these that inspired this story.

“It had to be OK because Figment of Reality imagined these tales of life and death again and again: of armed teenagers afraid and unable to understand; of more nights of rockets, machine guns and terror; of again running to warn my comrades who work on warplanes in the black night; of a flare popping above; of shadows under the wings dancing like fits of death.”

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