Chance Upon a Winter’s Eve
“Moooooom,” the little boy elongated, “there’s a tree at the door.” His face cherubic as he leaned against the crack in the entry, pressing his chubby cheeks against the edge of the door — sure to leave a mark. These […]
the written word of j.e. pittman
“Moooooom,” the little boy elongated, “there’s a tree at the door.” His face cherubic as he leaned against the crack in the entry, pressing his chubby cheeks against the edge of the door — sure to leave a mark. These […]
Recently, I was able to have done something I’ve wanted to do with my writing for a long, long time: have illustrations to accompany the flashes of fiction. This reimagination of the story, told with words, shape, and form, appeared […]
“Why are you crying,” the Butterfly asked the Turtle, lightly stroking her cheek with a spindly leg. “For I have been betrayed,” the Turtle replied. Julia the Butterfly was having tea with Aria the Turtle. She drank from Aria’s eyes, […]
You sit in the hotel lobby. Bar adjacent on a comfy chair overlooking the lake and the escalator. You watch both with mild disinterest. People coming and going. Ducks taking flight. You get a text. Probably from Katia, your phone […]
I didn’t lose consciousness so much as misplace it. It was by choice of course… at first.Then it began slipping and sliding of it’s own volition. I figured I’d go with it for a little while. See where it took […]
Denny’s is where you go to hire a house painter at three o’clock in the morning. Apparently. At least that’s what the nervous woman who approached me thought. “E-excuse me, sir,” she said. She looked fragile. Slight frame in mom […]
Have you ever yet seen the stars glow at night in your childhood bedroom sky? Does it still, some thirty years later. What stars shine bright, what constellations – imagined in your youth – can you see still, lying there. […]
Cosmic clock grinds. Forward. Ever forward, never back. New legends rise for the age; through dire trials and struggle. Cosmic clock grinds. Grinds the bones of those who were and would be. Who would be the legends. Their lives ordinary, […]
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The Star by which I am guided to my death came to me in a dream. A maddening dream. The sort of dream indistinguishable from reality yet only exists in the moment unburdened by memory or expectation. All the day […]