Charles Konsor : Writing

Footsteps

Footsteps

A Poem by Charles Konsor


The tea half drunk,The tags ripped off,The room now empty,Save me and my memroy.I shiver despite the heater,My body confused.Calm now,Angry now,Fearin..
This cold night

This cold night

A Poem by Charles Konsor


just a cold (and lonely) night where too many things arise in my brain.
Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A Chapter by Charles Konsor


I can see the guillotine from my window. Patrick’s hand moved patiently across the page. It was strange to write slowly when he had so littl..
Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A Chapter by Charles Konsor


Autumn — 1729 I can see the guillotine from my window. Patrick’s hand movements were quick and sloppy. The words on the page were bar..
Blueprints & Wildflowers

Blueprints & Wildflowers

A Story by Charles Konsor


She held the newspaper with one hand and pinched her lower lip with the other. Her eyes jumped from photo to text, photo to text. With two fingers s..
The Boy With White Feathers

The Boy With White Feathers

A Story by Charles Konsor


Sam, deferred from fighting in WWII, battles his own guilt while pining over his long time love.
On You, Across The Table

On You, Across The Table

A Poem by Charles Konsor


We all want to believe our children will love us Hold us, kiss us, stay with us, and wrap their little hands around our fingers Big eyes watch b..
For You

For You

A Poem by Charles Konsor


We all want to believe our children will love us Hold us, kiss us, stay with us, and wrap their little hands around our fingers Big eyes watch b..
Earth 2

Earth 2

A Story by Charles Konsor


“Earth 2 . . . because we all want a second life.” It may sound like a cheesy tag line and of course you’d never be taken in by some..

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