mirrors – Patrick and Stephanie

These Memories

These memories Unfairly risen from distant, awkward past Shimmer on horizon Distort the view Reflections From murky mirror in rusty frame Hint at what once was Mar the recollections With clouded silvered glass And cobwebs draped in ornate corners Eyes focused forward We march toward the future But our boot laces Like these memories Remain […]

The House of Mirrors

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| Patrick, Stephanie, Stories and Publications

I found this story in my archives, dated 1998. Warning: it has some vulgar language and scenes near the end. She loved mirrors. Every room in the house had two if not three. They were round, oval, square, rectangular, faded, new, clear, gold leaf stained, and cracked. There were fragments of mirrors, and mirrors left […]

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(Memory is many long mirrors) Corridor mirrors reflecting doors Quietly opening and then Noiselessly closing, Letting wet hats and faces In from the rain. (Memory is everything Silently Forever Occurring in mirrors) Closet doors open; Closet mirrors twist a smile and face With a great arm telescoped to the knob. A […]