John Mill went up the hill on a snowy morning. Up he walked till he reached the top where the black monolith stood still.
John Mill could not believe his eyes. The elders had once walked the land.
Neither his mind nor his body shall tell. His hat maybe will.
Arnaud Moussart teaches English in a French University. He cannot read long books anymore. He writes songs for a rock band, LadyH, and short articles dealing with science fiction and the real world.
I could go on about spirituality or a higher wossname
But this marvelous feeling I have upon finally discovering Carfury Menhir
After a glorious twelve mile walk
Can be explained away in terms that are entirely scientific
All the same I believe that I’m going to have to sing again
Philip Zunzuncito Sequoia once appeared (briefly) on the popular Channel 4 quiz show 15 To 1.
Every summer my father paints three boulders beside the road in white reflective paint to warn motorists.
The cousins from Quebec had missed the sharp turn one night to crash against the muscular oaks that flank our property.
I heard their screams through my bedroom window until the ambulance came.
Ann de Bruin is an interior designer and writer living in Los Angeles.