Relic : Writing

The Empty Red Seat

The Empty Red Seat

A Story by Relic


I remember rain tapping at the diner window. The smooth white table we sat at held ketchup, salt, and her mournful face cradled in the palm of her ha..
Writers Cafe - Once in a while, they still come back.

Writers Cafe - Once in a while, they still come ba..

A Poem by Relic


Once in a while,as though pulled in by some desireor force,some decide to take a ride backto Writers Cafe.It's not always a long visit, yetthey still ..
I will plant daffodils if you want.

I will plant daffodils if you want.

A Poem by Relic


I will plant daffodils at your grave.When they've grownand blossomed, when they're huggedby an apricot-colored sun,I'll see them exist,cheerful in sm..
The Little B*****d

The Little B*****d

A Poem by Relic


The Little B*****d~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Iwish I'd seen him in Fairmountwith a Stetson hat, blue jeans, and boots;or with his collar turned up on a ra..
"The ghost train."

"The ghost train."

A Story by Relic


My name is Glen Harper. When it comes to exercise, I love to walk. I've developed a routine that I do every day, and Ridgecrest Road, near where I li..
Two toddlers wore rain

Two toddlers wore rain

A Poem by Relic


In the yard, in the fogof a heavy downpour two toddlers wore the rainlike tight-fitted jeans which clung to them so soggy, and yet ~ in moments of ..
The Horrifying Nightmares

The Horrifying Nightmares

A Story by Relic


Extracted from a poem.
Paper fish

Paper fish

A Poem by Relic


A variation on another poem I wrote.
the wind will not stop sighing.

the wind will not stop sighing.

A Poem by Relic


~~~The wind will not stop sighing. Its words are insistent and foreign, hour after hour... It runs through the fields and sprints through tr..