Literary Crumbs: Poems & Short Stories to Savor by D. Ryan Lafferty

  • Living by Lamplight

    Bathed in the subdued glow, seated in the round, on a silken cushion of the finest quality.  Scarves adorn the curvaceous walls, ensconced in gems and glittering jewels, some the size of hand fruits. He hardly notices the muffled chatter from the outside anymore, but when he does, his eyes take on a look reminiscent… Read more

  • On Mischief Night in Bordentown

    There was a chill in the air that late October evening. The amber glow of streetlights bathed the sidewalks in a river of shadow; the damp sweet smell of old fallen leaves loomed heavy on the wind.  Tommy Dobbins had just turned 13 the month before, and this was his first mischief night out on… Read more

  • Wabi-Sabi

    It was only a couple of years ago, when my first gray hairs started to appear. A novelty at first and then an uneasy sense of dread. The latest sign of aging, of coming undone, cresting that hill, just after receiving those tacky greeting cards, reminiscent of a cartoon funeral, sitting next to my birthday… Read more

  • The Earl of Cardigan

    Casual Friday found me sitting in yet another meeting at the office. A gray room, the droning hum of stale central air; the barely audible snick, tick, tapping of laptop keys, and the random neon strobe of wireless mice.  High glass walls look in over a long table dotted with coffee mugs and sweating bottles… Read more

  • In Plain Sight

    I’ve come to admire the quiet audacity of the Easter egg.So confidently silent and obnoxiously bright,barely hidden in plain sight, with the same bold certainty so strong within the very young before life has cracked and tarnished their shells They wait, poised before the basket-wielding,screaming throng of toddlers, as if to say,  “Hey you, over there… Read more

  • Pepper and Salt

    Pepper and salt wait patiently on a round kitchen table. A torn towel rests folded neatly beneath well-worn utensils. They glint in the yawn of an autumn afternoon. Daylight fades in orange and brown, a neon blur of leaves peeks through the window pane. A moment’s pause before the TV chatters on with the endless… Read more

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  • Living by Lamplight

    Bathed in the subdued glow, seated in the round, on a silken cushion of the finest quality.  Scarves adorn the curvaceous walls, ensconced in gems and glittering jewels, some the size of hand fruits. He hardly notices the muffled chatter from the outside anymore, but when he does, his eyes take on a look reminiscent… Read more

  • On Mischief Night in Bordentown

    There was a chill in the air that late October evening. The amber glow of streetlights bathed the sidewalks in a river of shadow; the damp sweet smell of old fallen leaves loomed heavy on the wind.  Tommy Dobbins had just turned 13 the month before, and this was his first mischief night out on… Read more

  • Wabi-Sabi

    It was only a couple of years ago, when my first gray hairs started to appear. A novelty at first and then an uneasy sense of dread. The latest sign of aging, of coming undone, cresting that hill, just after receiving those tacky greeting cards, reminiscent of a cartoon funeral, sitting next to my birthday… Read more

  • The Earl of Cardigan

    Casual Friday found me sitting in yet another meeting at the office. A gray room, the droning hum of stale central air; the barely audible snick, tick, tapping of laptop keys, and the random neon strobe of wireless mice.  High glass walls look in over a long table dotted with coffee mugs and sweating bottles… Read more

  • In Plain Sight

    I’ve come to admire the quiet audacity of the Easter egg.So confidently silent and obnoxiously bright,barely hidden in plain sight, with the same bold certainty so strong within the very young before life has cracked and tarnished their shells They wait, poised before the basket-wielding,screaming throng of toddlers, as if to say,  “Hey you, over there… Read more

  • Pepper and Salt

    Pepper and salt wait patiently on a round kitchen table. A torn towel rests folded neatly beneath well-worn utensils. They glint in the yawn of an autumn afternoon. Daylight fades in orange and brown, a neon blur of leaves peeks through the window pane. A moment’s pause before the TV chatters on with the endless… Read more