Nothing Gets Through Ch. 04

"He talks her into spending more time together."

Nothing Gets Through Ch. 04 © 2010 All Rights Reserved They stayed at the restaurant a while longer, then split up to go home. Karl, obviously infatuated with Deanne, offered to see her home. Dee didn't hesitate to accept. "Looks...

Nothing Gets Through Ch. 05

"Back at Dom's place..."

Nothing Gets Through Ch. 05 © 2010 All rights reserved Dom had a quiet, neat apartment. There was very little decoration, and a bare minimum of furniture. That was all Lani got to observe before Dom took her coat, removed...

Nothing Gets Through Ch. 06

"Dom and Lani the day after."

Nothing Gets Through Ch. 06 © 2009 All Rights Reserved Lani woke up and blinked. It was so quiet. That was a blessing; Cherie must have either worn herself out or gone somewhere else. It took a minute to realize...

Silent Loud

"For my first love..."

The room is darkeerie shadows cast upon moonlit wallsThe sound of windand of sleepers down the hallThrough closed windowsI sense the moonlight glancing off of gliding cloudsI close my eyesit seems to quiet the silent loudMy mind slipsthen begins the...

Nothing Gets Through Ch. 01

"A hockey player goes into a coffee shop..."

Nothing Gets Through Ch 1 © 2009 All rights reserved. Thonk. Pahk. Clack. Dom moved smoothly from shot to shot, deflecting pucks with his blocker pad, his glove, his leg pads, his stick—whatever was in the right place. He ignored...

Nothing Gets Through Ch. 02

"Run up to game time."

"Don't touch me," Dom heard the woman say. Her voice was cold and matched the dark ice of her eyes. "I think you'd better do as she says," Dom suggested as he approached. His voice was calm and belied his...

Nothing Gets Through Ch. 03

"Getting together after the game."

Lani and Dee walked into the arena with about ten minutes to spare before the game started. "Wow, this place is huge!" Dee took in the all the seats with wide eyes. "They must fit a million people in here."...

Revised Decastich

"Love in life and art"

And the sharp dark corners of winter unfold Chiaroscuro and creases and uncertain lines. He does not know me And yet I draw him My own contrived deity. His words stained His hand the plot of Anna Karinina. Not knowing...